“I’d say scout’s honor, but I have no honor and I’m not a scout,” I say. “But I give you my word, baby, I will not laugh at you. Ever.”
Jacob drains the last of his wine. “It’s kind of impossible to pull off.”
I lean forward, imploring his gaze.
“Try me.”
Jacob lets his fingers dance along the base of the glass. He looks at it then to me and shrugs.
“Eras Tour—”
I raise an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
He shakes his head. “I told you you’d judge me—”
“No, no I’m not judging, I just—”
Jacob sighs. “I mean, I just think it’d be epic, you know? Singing and dancing and just… vibing. With the right person.”
His eyes go soft and he looks away. “Dancing in the refrigerator light and all that.”
I realize that the sliver of his bright, vibrant facade has shifted, and for the briefest moment, the man behind the mask, behind the computer, pushes through.
But that moment disappears too quickly.
“And you know… the tour’s over, so kind of impossible to pull off.”
That’s the moment the waitress brings our check, and before I can swipe it from her, Jacob’s hand flecks out and hegrabsit.
I watch as he quickly tosses the three hundred dollars I slid him into the checkbook. He glances up at the girl with a smile that could melt the polar ice caps.
“Keep the change,” he says, his voice sweet and soft. Charming, even.
“Oh, thank you!” she says with a bright grin of her own. He casts me a knowing glare. I can’t deny the sight of him doing so makes both my cock and my palm twitch.
Because that glare, that cockiness…
Fuck, I love a brat, and right now Jacob is playing one perfectly and I don’t even think he knows it.
Jacob two.
Aaron one.
Jacob gets up, and I follow without a second thought, finding my way next to him almost immediately. I settle my hand on his back again and he leans into my space. The heat between us radiates as we head outside, where it’s raining. Fuck, I didn’t bring an umbrella, and it’s raining pretty hard. We’re going to have to make a run for it.
“You know what I think?” His voice cuts through my thoughts. I turn, realizing he’s closer than he was a moment ago.
“Mmm?” I ask, sliding my hand around his waist. He doesn’t push me away, and I glance at that perfect pout once more before meeting his piercing blue gaze.
“I think you have thought about it,” he says carefully. “I think you know exactly what you want.”
I lick my lips as he shifts his position towards me. The rain patters off the awning as we huddle together, staying dry.
“Is that so?” my voice is dark, dominant. Jacob leans in just a fraction as he places one hand on my chest. His palm is warm against my shirt and I can feel the heat on my skin even through the barrier that separates us.
He nods, licking his lips, and I pull him by his waist closer to me. Close enough I can feel the weight of his body against mine.
“You know what I think?” I ask. Jacob’s gaze holds mine. His blue eyes are dark, like stormy skies.
