"Notjustthis."
"What do you mean?"
He gave me a wicked grin. "Next week, we're gonna watch Rambo."
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Turbulence Expected
Ryder
By the time the movie credits finished, Tessa's laughter had softened into something quieter.
She was curled into my side, warm and loose against me, her hair tickling my chin. One hand was fisted in the front of my shirt, like she'd grabbed it while laughing and never let go.
Popcorn littered the truck bed around us, with a few stray kernels tangled in the blanket. With a smile in her voice, she said, "Best date ever."
I chuckled. "But you already said that."
"Yeah, but that was like two hours ago." She snuggled closer, her thigh sliding over mine. "It bears repeating." But then she pulled back to say, "Next time, I'll surpriseyouwith something."
"Me?" I laughed. "I'm already surprised."
"By what?"
I slid my thumb over her knuckles, savoring the way she leaned into my touch. "You."
"What about me?"
Confession time."I think I'm obsessed."
"Oh, please," she laughed."I'mthe one obsessed. Do you know, I can't stop thinking of you naked?" She waited for half a beat before giving a theatrical gasp. "I can't believe I said that. And right here, at the movies, too."
She was being ridiculous, and I loved it. "If it helps, I'm not exactly offended."
"Not exactly?"
I smiled into her hair. "Okay, fine. I'm not offended at all."
A new warmth crept into her voice. "I'm not sure I believe you."
At something in her tone, my body reacted before I could stop it. "Why not?"
"Hang on." She shifted, pressing her pelvis tight against mine. "Wow. Okay. Never mind. I stand corrected."
My breath caught. Funny or not, she was undoing me, one comment at a time. "Even though I'm not naked?"
"What you mean to say is…you're not nakedyet."
She made it impossible not to smile. "Yet, huh?"
"Can I confess something?"
"Anything."
A note of mischief crept into her voice. "I've always wanted to do it in a truck bed."
I almost snorted. "So it's about the truck, huh?"
