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His arm tightens. “Kamden owns a couple of restaurants in San Diego. He’s working on his third Michelin star.”
“Wow! That’s amazing.”
Jaxton nods, clearly proud of his brother’s accomplishments. “When he’s not busy—which isn’t often—he takes trips with us. Cash’s an adrenalin junkie. He’s a pro in both surfing and snowboarding. An odd combination, since we’re from San Diego, but he travels to different locations during competitions.” The jovial way he speaks about his brothers tells me he loves them deeply. “The twins mostly model, recently branching into cover art. What about you, family wise?”
“I’m an only child. Mom left when I was three and never looked back. Dad and I are close, talk every day.” I laugh, “He lives here, too.” Another shiver runs up my spine, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin.
“It’s getting too cold to stand out here. I better let you head home so you don’t freeze.” Neither of us move—hesitant to let the evening end.
My heart hammers in my chest.Was I really about to do this?“I was wondering… would you be interested in…” My cheeks flush, reverting to being sixteen, stuttering my sentences.
Jaxton leans in, breathing lightly against my ear, “In staying out with you all night?” Our noses almost touch as his shallow breath tickles my lips. “It would be my pleasure.”
My body is begging to close the distance between us.
“Would you like to come over and watch a movie?” My response is lame, but I don’t want to rush.
A troubled thought creases Jaxton’s eyebrows. Finally, after a moment, he answers. “I’d love to see your place.” He glances toward his car.
Is he having second thoughts?My smile turns crooked and unsure.Is it a good idea to take him home already?One more smoldering look from Jaxton has the doubt fluttering away. “You want to follow me?”
“Perfect,” Jaxton leans in to steal a small kiss. “See you soon.” He whispers, then turns and jogs to his car.
I’m left standing next to mine, tracing my fingertips against my lips, and savoring the tingling sensation.Wow!
“Kitten!” Jaxton’s booming voice startles me, and I squeak, turning towards his car. He’s standing with his driver’s side door open, waiting for me to get in my car. “Get in your car. It’s too cold out.”
Nodding, I open my door and climb in. Before I know it, I’m speeding home with Jaxton hot on my tail. As we pull down my dark driveway, I realize I forgot to turn the porch light on.
Jaxton’s at my car door, pulling it open, as I shut the ignition off. “Do you make it a habit to leave your porch light off?”
We headed towards the door. “No. I left in a hurry and forgot to turn it on.”
Once we’re inside, I show him around the house. Living room and all the cute furniture I bought to fill it. The dining area, kitchen, bathroom, spare room, and then my room.Thank goodness I cleaned.
“Do you want anything to drink?” I ask, nervously.
“Sure. A soda if you have it.” He smirks as he watches me from the living room, where he’s stretching out on the couch.
Grabbing a couple of Coke’s and glasses of ice, I return to the living room. “What movies do you like? I have a decent collection, but admit, I haven’t seen most of them. The collection’s for my movie nights with dad. He still doesn’t get the whole streaming scene.”
Again, Jaxton seems uncomfortable. “Let’s look.” He slides to the floor in front of my movie stand, next to where I plopped. “You have an excellent collection of horror.” He beams in surprise.
“Now, Ihavewatched those. They’re my favorite.” I shrug.
We ponder over the selection of gore, blood, and guts as my leg brushes against his. To distract myself, I say, “I like this one.” I point to Resident Evil. “Where they create zombies with some kind of poison, and it kills everyone in the lab but turns the main character superhuman.”
“No zombies tonight,” he shutters, causing both of us to laugh.
“Then we better not watch any of these.” I say teasingly, sending a wink in his direction.
Chuckling, he continues his search. “What’s this? Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”
I turn my head slowly, as if he’s insane, eyes wide at his question. “You’ve never seen, Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”
“No.” He’s laughing at my reaction.
“Jaxton, please tell me you’re mistaken.” I plead, turning toward him, holding up the movie dramatically.
