Page 75 of Major Love

“Shut up,” I laugh, even though I can’t help but steal another glance at the huge muscle that he’s jokingly flexing.

I gulp down my bite as I realise that his biceps are thicker than my thighs.

“Where did you go to this morning?” I ask, bringing my attention back to my plate.

After Jason left with his buddy, I had a couple more emails back-and-forth with Riley’s manager, but I felt a little guilty about not asking what it was that he’d wanted to talk about. He’d clearly wanted to ask me something but I’d thought it could wait until later.

But now that I think back on it, I feel as though he wanted me to go somewhere with him.

He spears his fork into his last three fries, chewing them unhurriedly as he rumbles, “Went to church.”

My fork pauses midway to my mouth, my heart halting at that confession.

When he asked me what I was doing this morning… had he wanted to invite me to go with him?

I set my fork down on my plate and rub my fingers over my chest, watching him finish off the rest of his steak.

I can’t deny that Jason Coleson wanting to take me to church is maybe the sweetest thing that’s happened to me in the past five years.

“Why didn’t you say?” I ask, disbelief and awe making my voice sound husky.

He shrugs a big shoulder, looking totally calm as he glances across at me.

That’s what going to church does to him. He has that ‘I went to church this morning’ inner peace and glow.

“You were busy,” he says simply, his voice low as his gaze dips to my outfit. This time, with his plate cleared, he gives himself a few extra moments to look at me, setting his tableware beside his thigh as he subtly checks me out.

“You know I would have made an exception for that,” I tell him quietly, my irises burning as his stunning eyes meet mine.

He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, elbows on his knees as his quad starts bouncing.

“Okay,” he says quietly. “I know that for next time.”

Next time.

It takes me another five minutes to finish eating my food and when I do Jason’s on his feet, giving me an authoritative “stay there” as he picks up our plates so he can take them inside.

I hear him washing them up from the open porch door, and then I hear the freezer open and close which makes me smile because I know what that means.

It’s time for my surprise.

After around five minutes of him quietly moving around in there he calls out, “You wanna stay outside, or do you want to eat in here, sweetheart?”

The nickname makes me smile and my thighs feel shaky as I get to my feet.

I can’t believe that he still has this effect on me.

“Um, I’ll come in,” I call back, feeling nervous for some reason, but the second that I breach the back door I’m instantly grinning.

“Oh myGod,” I laugh, padding quickly to the counter just so that I can give him a playful shove in his abs. “Is that–?”

He places the dessert in front of me and his warmth is at my back as he slips a spoon beside my fist on the counter.

I glance up at him over my shoulder and he towers over me, his expression amused.

“My first time making a sundae,” he admits, and I shake my head at him, smiling like crazy.

He made us a sundae… because my name is Sunday.

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