By the time she leaves, it’s nine. Early enough to join my friends at the club, too late to do much else. Do I want to dance the night away? No. I want to see Jacob.
I knock my phone against my knee. Since when have I been the needy type? Since I met someone I click with. Since I met someone who makes me smile, just by thinking about him. Since I met someone who makes my stomach flutter and gives me goosebumps. Uh-oh.
Jacob is the wrong person to fall for. No. Not true. He’s the right person at the wrong time. He’s the best wrong thing.
Archer: Do you want dessert?
Jacob: Dessert?
Archer: Yes. I’m making it. All you have to do is turn up. Bring an overnight bag.
Our flight isn’t so early that he can’t sleep over. Even so, I hold my breath as I await his response.
Jacob: Will do. See you soon.
I grin and head to the kitchen. One delicious, irresistible dessert coming right up.
Dessert is in the oven when my doorbell rings. I greet Jacob with a kiss and pull him into my flat. He shuts the door with his foot, drops his overnight bag, pushes me against the wall, and kisses me harder.
“I didn’t think I’d get to see you tonight,” he whispers.
“I was feeling needy.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
“For kisses?”
I put my hand on his chest and push him away a fraction. “Your kisses are amazing, but mostly, I wanted to spend time with you.”
“We’re about to spend two weeks together.”
“Kinda.”
He grimaces. “How much time do you think we’ll get alone?”
I shrug. “We’ll have to make time.”
“That’ll be hard.”
I take his hand and lead him into the kitchen. “I don’t think so. Mum’s strictly a by-the-pool or on-the-beach person. We love to explore. I bet Mum will be thrilled wewantto hang out together. So unless your Dad wants to wander around Playa del Inglés with us, we should be able to spend a fair bit of time together.”
“Good point.”
“Well made?”
“Very.” Jacob sniffs. “Something smells amazing.”
“That’s our dessert.” I check my watch. “It should be ready in a couple of minutes.”
“Yum. I didn’t know you were into cooking?”
“Fun fact. We jocks are allowed hobbies that don’t involve exercise.”
He hooks his forefingers into my belt loops and tugs me against him. “Really?” He speaks the word against my lips.
“Really.”
