Page 27 of The Stand-In Boyfriend

“You ate half of my muffin! And here I was trying to be nice, and respect your wishes. No more of that.”

She takes a bite, much smaller than mine, and as she chews her head falls back and a soft, sexy moan comes from the back of her throat.

Fuck. Me.

Just what I needed. Not only did something about the way she styled her hair make her look softer and more approachable, but now she had to do this too?

Her eyelids finally flutter open and those dark, dark eyes look at me. I hold her gaze for a second longer, and then force myself to turn back to the road.

Don’t crash, you asshole.

“Good, huh?” I ask, needing to fill the silence with something other than her moans.

“My favorite.”

Then she produces a hot pink to-go cup from somewhere and takes a long sip. What else does she have around that I haven’t noticed?

“How do you usually do all that when you drive yourself to school?”

She shrugs. “I don’t, I usually have it before I leave the house, but today I was late.”

“Let me guess. You were refusing to wake up because you were having hot dreams about me all night long.”

“What? No!”

Her outrage makes me chuckle. It’s too easy to rile her up.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you. No need to be embarrassed about that, after all I’m your fake boyfriend.” I give her a quick, playful wink. “No shame in dreaming about me.”

“If you don’t stop saying nonsense, I’ll pour this hot cup of coffee in your lap, my fake boyfriend or not.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

I shake my head. “You’re one ruthless woman, Sunshine.”

She groans, but it doesn’t stop her from taking another bite of that damn muffin. There is a smear of chocolate left in the corner of her mouth. Her tongue darts out to swipe it away and I wonder what it would be like if it were my tongue instead of hers.

Dammit, I’m really going crazy. Not even two days in this weird relationship and she’s already driving me insane.

“I thought we agreed you’d stop calling me that.”

“What’s wrong with Sunshine, Sunshine?”

“It’s childish.”

“Not in my world. You’re my little ray of sunshine, Jessy. So sweet and chipper in the mornings. You better get used to it.”

I slow down as we near the school gate. Just like every morning, there’s a line of cars slowly moving inside. Knowing there’s little time left, I turn to her. “So, what’s our plan?”

Finishing the last bite of the muffin, she crumples the bag in her hands. “Just try to act natural, I suppose. Although I really think we should polish some details.”

I groan. “What details?” Isn’t saying we’re together and acting like it enough? Apparently not for Jessica. She wants to figure out thedetails.

“Like how we got together and such. People will ask questions. Some already have.”

I can feel my frown deepen. “Like who?”

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