Page 93 of Tattooed Love

“Oi!”

“I’ll give it back in a minute,” he grunted, and placed it behind him.

“Why take it if you are going to give it back?”

“Because the opening scenes of Grease will make me not want to do this.” He flung his arms around me as he spoke, and pulled me across to him.

I gulped, slightly scared. No not scared; nervous.

“Amber,” Jax’s eyes were level with mine, and I felt his chest rising heavily as I was pressed against him. I straddled my other leg over his; now I was a little more comfortable.

“Jax,” I said, mimicking his tone.

“Do you like me?”

I opened my mouth, both eyebrows arched in shock from his blunt question. I think I may have made some incomprehensible noises, while I just sat here looking like a shocked puppet.

“I… umm. Well, you know... umm… define... umm like.”

I wanted to slap myself when I heard that come out of my mouth. God, I wanted Jax to slap me for babbling like that.

“You know what sort of like I mean,”

Jax smirked. Oh his amused look was not needed right now!

“Well, no. I like you as a friend, but you know, nothing else,”I found the words, and they just so happened to be a lie.

Jax’s face went blank, taking that smirk with it. His hands suddenly disappeared from my lower back and his expression went hard.

“Right, I get it.” He slowly lifted me off him and placed me next to him. Putting the remote in my lap, he added, “You can press play now.”

“Right,” I muttered, and then pointed the remote at the TV, while keeping my eyes on Jax’s clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.

“So Jax, do you like me?” I asked softly, watching for his reaction, but he just gripped his arms tighter as he crossed them. He was angry, and I had made him angry but I had a feeling he was more angry at himself in this moment, than me.

“No.”

“Pity,” I said slowly, and let out a loud sigh. “Because I lied.”

Jax’s head snapped over at me, so quick that I was sure he had whiplash from it. “What?”

“I said I lied,” I repeated, saying each word slowly and then smirking at the end. “I like you,” I finished.

“Like me,” he repeated, his expression suspicious.

I nodded my head and fiddled with the remote in my hand. “Yep, I like you.”

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” Jax spat out, and I giggled at the rush of his words.

“Nothing. Why?”

“Go on a date with me?”

“A date? Have you even done a date before?” I cocked my head to the side and watched as he thought that over. Clearly from his frown, he hadn’t.

“No.”

“So why don’t we just skip that step.”

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