“How did you realise you could do that?”
“I practised. Lots.”
“Why?”
“For a school talent contest.”
“Please tell me you won.”
“Nope. Cassie Taylor won. She could playBohemian Rhapsodyon a kazoo.”
“Impressive.”
“Right? I couldn’t compete with that.”
I laugh until Jacob presses his lips to mine. Then I moan for the duration of the toe-curling kiss.
“So, you’re not fussed about going to India. Where do you want to travel to?” I ask.
“Anywhere with lots to do and see.”
“Well, that narrows it down to about a gazillion places.”
He chuckles against my lips. “There aren’t a gazillion places in the world.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” He kisses me and skims his hands over me until I’m breathless.
“What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done?”
He tugs his brows together. “Why all the questions?”
“I’m curious.” I want to get to know him better. Will voicing that out loud send him running? Does being fuck buddies mean we’re not allowed to discover fun things about each other?
“I got ‘volunteered’ by my co-workers at the bank to do a tandem skydive for charity.”
I slap him playfully across the chest. “No way! Really?”
“Yes. It was terrifying.”
“But you did it?”
“Yes. Never again. You?”
“I went parasailing on holiday once. It took ages to persuade Mum to let me do it. It was so much fun.”
He strokes my temple. “I can tell. Your eyes have lit up. They’re so pretty right now.”
“Only right now?”
“Always.” Another kiss, this one the softest yet.
“What was your favourite subject at school?”
“Maths.”
“Why am I not surprised? You must have to be good with figures to work in a bank.”
