Page 43 of Never Let Go

“Because I got involved with it,” he said after another brief pause. “Tell me something about yourself.”

“Like what?”

I felt him shrug against me. “Anything.”

I cocked my head, thinking it over before I looked up at where his face should’ve been. “Do you want to stay like this, or should we sit down on the floor?”

“Nah, I like holding you. Let’s stay like this.”

“I like being held by you,” I admitted shyly. After pausing for a beat, I blurted out, “If I could watch only one genre of TV show for the rest of my life, it would be medical drama. I love crime and mystery, and other stuff to, but there’s something about a good, compelling medical drama that can’t be beat.”

He chuckled. “I better watch some medical dramas, then. I’ve never really followed any of them.”

I sucked in an exaggerated gasp. “What are we supposed to watch together after this?”

“You can watch anything. I’ll be watching you.”

My heart warmed, but I smacked his arm playfully anyway. “That’s only going to last so long. Once you get tired of watching me, what are we going to watch?”

“I’m a fan of supernatural mysteries and crime dramas too. I’m sure we’ll find something, and if not, we’ll buy a second TV.”

My teeth sank into the inside of my cheek. “We could, but I would like to watch stuff with you. Spend some time together after work, you know? Even when both of us are too tired to talk and we just want to laze around.”

His grip on me tightened. “I would like that too, and don’t worry. We will find something. Do you like to read?”

“Love it,” I said enthusiastically. “I read almost every night before I go to bed.”

“So do I. If we can’t find something to watch, maybe we could read together. What do you like to read?”

“Anything. Romance. Fantasy. Mystery. Give me a good, well-written book and I’ll read it.”

“Same, so that’s settled then. If we can’t find something we both want to watch, we’ll read the same books.”

I thought of some of the spicy scenes in the book I was reading at the moment and I flushed all the way to the tips of my ears. “Or maybe we could just read our own books and not talk about them.”

“What? Why?” He chuckled. “That defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?”

“Well, no. We’d still be reading together. We just wouldn’t be reading the same book. Or talking about what’s happening in them.”

I felt his shoulders when they started shaking with silent laughter. “What are you trying to hide, Amanda?”

“Nothing.”

A brief pause. “Nope. Not buying it. What book are you reading that you don’t want to talk about?”

“It’s, uh, it’s nothing really. Just a love story about two people who used to hate each other, but they wind up having to work together and there are lots of sparks.”

“Ah.” He chuckled again. “I get it. You’re reading lady-porn and you’re embarrassed about it. Don’t be. I think it’s hot.”

“It’s not lady-porn.” I groaned and dropped my head forward to rest my forehead against his chest. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

“I have tried it,” he said, surprising the heck out of me. “I’ve even read a few that I really liked. Again, I think it’s hot. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I’m not embarrassed about reading the book. I’m embarrassed about you thinking it’s lady-porn. It’s not. It’s just a love story, and those kinds of scenes are part of love stories.”

“Agreed.” He moved closer to me, his body now pressed tightly to mine. I felt him pull his head back as his hand found my arm and slid along the length of it. “Shall we try this tango?”

My heartrate spiked again. “Let’s try it.”