Page 91 of Major Love

I peek up at him with a smile and I see that he’s totally engrossed in the show, his jaw flexing as he watches the characters and a low furrow on his tan brow.

Not only am I a good house guest, I also have amazing taste in TV shows.

I set it to series one, episode one, and I’ve seen it before, but watching it for the first time through Jason’s eyes makes me enjoy the whole thing even more.

And, being honest, I was really careful about what I thought we should watch. I doubt that Jason has much free time and, when he does, I suspect he doesn’t spend it watching movies.

He’ll hang out with his guys, or go on hot dates, and I hadn’t known how to ask him what he likes to watch without expressing my ulterior motive.

Is it triggering for a former soldier to watch a movie that contains violence?

But seeing as he showed me the tools in his workshop I know that he owns a gun, which makes me think that he’s not triggered by the sight and sounds of them. It makes sense given where his house is situated, and I’m honestly relieved that he hasn’t been irreparably affected. Which is another reason why I opted for this show – because it kind of reminds me of Phoenix Falls, and it’s nottooheavy on the guns and violence.

Or romance.

It's not, like, a reallyromanticshow.

But I realise that maybe I spoke too soon when around twenty minutes in a sex scene bursts onto the screen.

The one and only sex scene in theentire show.

On the screen.

In high definition.

How the hell did I forget about that?!

My face glows brighter than Jason’s outdoor heater and, when I peek up at him, I catch him smirking.

Then his eyes flash down to mine and he hits me with a killer wink.

“So this is why you like the show, huh?” he drawls, his tone gruff and teasing.

“Jason, I swear, it’s the only sex scene in the whole season! And it’ll be over in, like, fifteen seconds!”

And after the longest fifteen seconds of my entire life, I slap my hands over my face and groan in embarrassment.

Jason laughs and hauls me closer, his fingers tangling up in my hair.

“Hey, don’t get all shy on my account,” he teases. “Hell, I’m looking forward to episode two.”

“You can watch that one with the wolf,” I whimper, only half joking, and Jason chuckles quietly as he gives me a rough squeeze.

He settles further back into the pillows, absentmindedly tugging one of the blankets around my shoulders, while I stick an arm over the truck’s side-panel so that I can warm my hand beside the heater.

“Warm enough?” he murmurs, his gaze flicking between my outstretched fingers and the show.

To my own surprise, I am. I don’t know if it’s because of the remnants of my high temperature, the winter blankets wrappedaround us, or Jason’s sweltering body heat – but either way I am not complaining.

I wiggle my fingers and then tuck them securely back beneath the blanket.

Jason watches them disappear under the comforter and then he flexes his free fist distractedly before returning his attention back to the screen.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I tell him quietly, a little too aware of his large bicep placed like a pillow behind my head. I glance around our cosy set-up – at the hot-tub to our left, the moonlit back porch, and our toasty blanket fort – and I can’t help but ask, “Do you ever light a campfire up here?”

A smirk tugs at his mouth as he rumbles, “Yeah, the wolves love it.”

I burst into laughter, squealing as he chuckles and hauls me closer.

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