“How about tonight,” I replied as we headed up the steps. Walking down the hall, Jase opened the door to his room and I instantly grinned from ear to ear. It looked like we were walking back in time. Trophies adorned the dresser, a collection of baseball caps hung on the wall along with a football jersey. The thing I noticed the most was how clean it was. Even the bed was made.
“Wow. Are you a neat freak or something?”
Looking around, Jase asked, “No, why?”
“It’s so clean in here. There isn’t anything out of place.”
With a quick laugh, Jase pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down. “Maybe we should mess up the sheets.”
I held up my hands and pointed to him. “No! Stay away, Jase. Your parents are right downstairs!”
He crawled over me and sucked my lower lip into his mouth. A low growl came from the back of his throat as I fought to keep my libido in check.
“No,” I whispered against his lips. “It’s not right.”
His hand laced through my hair where he pulled, exposing my neck to him. Running his tongue along my skin, I trembled. “You’re right, but remember this is where we left off because I intend on picking back up when we get back to your place and unpack.”
My thoughts were scattered. A part of me wanted to beg him to take me right there and the other part was excited for what waited for me later.
“What about you? You said you were going to use your days off to move and now you’re wasting them on me.”
Jase’s face fell. “Wasting. I’m not wasting anything. I only want to be with you, Taylor.”
Pushing off the bed, he walked to his closet and grabbed a duffle bag. Without much thought, he began throwing clothes into the bag. He wasn’t even folding them.
“Are you even paying attention to what you’re packing?”
“Yeah. Why?”
Shrugging, I took this as the chance to really look around his room. Standing, I made my way over to the dresser and looked at the few pictures stuck between the mirror and frame. My eyes immediately zeroed in on the blonde in a lot of the pictures. She was gorgeous.
“Who’s this beautiful blonde?”
Jase walked over and pulled one of the photos down. It was of him and a blonde who was on his shoulders. “That’s, Ava.”
Swallowing hard, I wasn’t sure why the tinge of jealousy rippled through my body. “She’s very pretty.”
Jase glanced at me and looked again. “Yeah, I guess she’s cute.”
Cute? She was a knock out.
Chewing on my lip, I looked at the next picture. It was of Jase and Ava again, but this time there were two other people in the photo. Ava was looking at Jase laughing when the picture was taken.
“You two must have been really close if you’ve got pictures of her in your room.”
The words came out of my mouth before I could take them back.
Jase reached over and pulled the other photos down, opened the desk drawer and tossed them in there. He pointed to another photo of him and Liza. Then another with Walker on what looked like a racehorse. “They were just good memories, Tay, that’s all.” He took the rest of them down and put them in the drawer as well.
I felt like a fool for feeling jealous. “I didn’t mean anything by it and I certainly don’t want you to think I’m being jealous, even though I was being jealous, but I know I have no reason to be so—”
His lips captured mine, bringing my rambling to a halt. “Stop,” he softly spoke against my lips. “I’d be upset if you had pictures of some guy in your room no matter how close you were to him. I really haven’t touched this room since high school. I sleep in here and that’s about all.”
I glanced down to the floor, feeling like a twelve-year-old. “Still, I shouldn’t have acted like that. I’m sorry.”
His finger lifted my chin as he captured my eyes. “There is nothing to say sorry for. Now let me grab my toothbrush so I don’t have to use my finger again.”
Giggling, I nodded and walked back over to his bed. The view from the window caught my eye as I leaned forward.