“But how are they so wonderful and their sons don’t speak?” He lifted a brow at me as he turned into the empty school parking lot and cut his engine.
“Well, that may have crossed my mind.” I lifted a shoulder. “They’re so warm and loving, and you’re like a big sexy cinnamon roll.”
“Cinnamon roll?”
“It’s a romance term. Means you’re sinful on the outside and sweet and mushy on the inside. At least, that’s my definition.”
He laughed, rubbing his hands up and down the steering wheel.
“I have cousins I consider more like siblings. Just because someone is related by blood doesn’t always make them family.”
“Oh, don’t I know it.” I leaned over to kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Most of my family memories are good, and it’s nice to come home.” He coasted his hand up my thigh and inched closer. “And really nice to come home with you.”
How I wished he could come home with me and stay. Maybe he could one day. This weekend was a fun if cruel game of pretend.
We climbed out of the truck, and I followed Silas to the huge baseball field in the back of the school grounds.
“I almost have chills. I can just picture you on that field.” I stepped in front of Silas. “Filling out those tight pants to perfection.” I slid my hands over his hips. “It’s a nice image.”
He dropped his head back and laughed.
“You’re just remembering all the dirty things I did to you while you wore my school jersey last night.”
“Maybe,” I said, lifting a shoulder as heat rose up my neck.
“Come on, we can sit on the bleachers for a while.”
I followed as he pulled me by the hand. The empty field was almost eerie, the breeze whistling over the open space.
“I can’t believe we go home tomorrow,” I said, cuddling up next to him on the bench. “And then you’ll be in California.”
I felt his chuckle against my cheek. “You keep up with our schedule better than the travel secretary.”
He snickered when I nudged his shoulder. “Sorry if I miss you when you’re gone. Jerk.”
He pressed a kiss to my temple.
“I know, sweetheart. I miss you when I’m gone too. But then I come back.” He lifted his arm and wrapped it around my shoulders. “I love coming back to you.”
“Know what I think about?” I let out a long breath as I cuddled into his chest.
“What’s that?” he asked, goose bumps running down my neck as he whispered in my ear.
“That lunch we had at Park Palace. Being together in public and enjoying it, even though we weren’t supposed to.”
I felt his chuckle against my cheek.
“I wish I could just go on a date with you. Go somewhere and eat at the same table without worrying over getting caught. I love when you come over and stay—and the couple of times I’ve spent the night at your apartment. I know it sounds stupid.”
“It doesn’t. I hate the sneaking around as much as you do. I want to go on dates with you too, baby.” He cradled my cheek. “Show you off and let everyone know you’re mine. But it’s not forever. It’s for now. And as long as I have you, I’ll deal with whatever I have to.”
He had me, all right. Since I was a kid, I’d sworn I’d never plan my life around a boy. I wouldn’t assimilate to whatever guyI was dating like my mother did, and I’d be my own person. It was all part of my vow never to be like her.
I wasn’t planning around Silas. I wanted to planwithhim.
“Would making out with a jock on the bleachers round out the high school fantasy?” Silas asked, draping his hand across my throat to lift my head. The wicked smile curving his lips was somehow full of love at the same time.
