“Hi. Umm, Summer. Nice to meet you. I'll, um, see myself out. Talk to you later, Holly.” As soon as she passes behind him, she turns and gives me a dramatic ‘I could faint, he’s-so-pretty’ hand to her forehead before hustling to her room to die of embarrassment.
Jaxon grins wildly and chuckles darkly as he saunters up to my desk and lays down a chocolate bar. Be still my beating heart.
“For me?”
“Nah, for Summer.”
I snicker.
“She’d prefer a crispito.”
“Please tell me I can kiss you.”
“Kiss me.”
Jaxon leans across my desk, meeting my lips with a soft smile.
“I’ve never seen her turn those shades of red,” I murmur.
“Was it the daddy comment, the declaration of devotion to you, or the promise of CPR that did it?” His breath feathers across my lips, so I smooch him again before leaning back in myseat, twiddling a purple pen between my fingers. He watches the movement, intrigued.
“Probably all of it. You’re sex on a stick as it is. Add in all the other perks and attributes and any XX chromosome in the vicinity, and likely a few XY’s, will take notice.”
Jaxon’s chin tips up toward the ceiling with silent glee, and I admire his Adam’s apple as it bobs with his laugh. His eyes sparkle when he looks back at me.
“Dang, what do I need to do to get a detention around here?” It's my turn to laugh.
“So, am I going to have to warn the staff of more impromptu drop bys?” I ask, eyeing how he leans on the first row desk across from mine, his crossed forearms unbelievably distracting.
“Definitely. I missed you.”
“Hmm, I like hearing that.”
“Come see me tonight.”
“It's Tuesday.”
Jaxon eyes me quizzically, so I explain.
“Tuesdays are girl's weekly dinner nights. We're meeting at Sydney’s tonight.”
“Ahh, that's right. Jane’s probably got a whole page of questions for you.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“Well, my offer still stands. My house and my bed are always open to you.”
My heart melts.
“I'll consider it.”
He pushes back up off of the desk and walks around mine before bending and pressing his palms to my chair’s armrests, caging me in.
“Please do,” he mutters before claiming my lips with a kiss full of promise. I hum with delight, and he responds with asoft rumble that echoes down to my toes. “Message or call me later to let me know?”
“Deal. Thank you for the surprise drop-in and chocolate.”
“I aim to make you smile.”
