His lips brush over mine and my insides quiver. I am not going to let him get away with this.
“What about all the other times?”
“I took you for granted and I'm sorry. I'll help out more. I promise.”
Those hot lips graze the skin of my neck and his hands run up my sides.
“Don't you have somewhere to be,” I ask in a whisper.
“I've got an hour before I have to be at the rink. Are you going to be there?”
He moves my shirt down my shoulder to expose my skin. His mouth moves to that spot.
“Mhm,” is all I'm able to get out. Suddenly, Jake stops, leans against me, and smiles. He kisses the tip of my nose.
“I love you Sweetness.”
I bring my arms up to wrap around his neck.
“I love you too.”
“What's for supper? I need to eat before the game. Do you want to fix something or go out and eat?”
My temper flares. Immediately, Jake catches his mistake and corrects his self.
“Do we want to fix something together or go out and eat?”
“We'll have to go out. Neither of us have been to the grocery store.”
I give him a pointed look. That is yet another thing that I always do. I cross my arms and ignore Jake's dropped gaze.
“Okay, so I have some slack to pick up. I'll work on it. Let's go eat.”
We leave the house in Jake's Mustang and go to Carrabba's. A waitress seats us and I scan the menu. Jake is in an exceptionally good mood. Sitting across from me in the booth, his knees are pressed against mine and one hand is idly running over my knee.
Jake orders a steak, garlic mashed potatoes, and a sweet tea. I simply order a Dr. Pepper and the house salad. Every few bites, Jake looks over at me and I melt. I want to crawl over the table and rest in his arms. After the fifth time, I say something about it.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
“Like what,” he replies innocently.
I raise my eyebrow and wait for him to answer me.
“I'm sorry that my looking at you like a lovestruck puppy is bothering you. I'll stop this nonsense right now.”
Okay, now I feel bad.
“Sorry. Look all you want. It's just been awhile, I guess. You caught me off guard, so to speak.”
He seems hurt by the comment.
“I caught you off guard by looking at you with love in my eyes?”
“Just ignore me. My mouth doesn't seem to be functioning correctly with my mind.”
“No, no. This is serious, Sweetness. If I look at you that way, you shouldn't wonder why I am. You don't doubt that I love you, do you?”
“Not at all. You are extremely affectionate. It's just that today you seem overly so. I guess I was just trying to figure out why. I should stop talking,” I finish as I see the look that strikes his eyes.