Page 72 of Facing the Line

I clear my throat as the ride slows and we stop at the top. “Now, do you trust me?”

“Yes.” His voice is still shaky and his posture stiff.

“You should check out the view.”

“You promise you won’t let go of me?”

“Never.”

“Okay.”

Clinging to me, he opens his eyes and gasps, then shuts them quickly.

“What did you think?” I ask.

“It was…okay.”

I laugh, studying the sky spread before me. It’s breathtaking. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is.” But Jonas isn’t gazing at the view. His eyes are open again and glued to me.

“Oh, come on. That’s even cornier than your Ferris wheel joke.”

“But staring at you helps me feel better.”

“Then you’re going to love this.”

As the car zooms down, I press my lips to his, cupping his face. His hands tangle in my hair, and I deepen the kiss. Heat gathers in my lower belly as his tongue ignites a fire inside me. I want him, all of him. All the time. I want to scrap my nails along his abs and watch his face as he comes undone. I want to wake next to him in the morning and be the first thing his eyes focus on. I want this perfect summer to last forever.

Chapter

Thirty-One

JONAS

Mom: Can’t wait to see you. Your dad has a surprise for tomorrow!

Jonas: Leaving soon, we should be there in a few hours. Depending on traffic.

“What’s this?” I stop short in my room. Spread out on my bed is piles of folded laundry, everything sorted by type. T-shirts, shorts, socks, boxers. Hadley, standing in front of my open dresser, spins to face me.

“Sorry.” She bites her lip. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“Are you…reorganizing my clothes? Because that’s a little odd.” She doesn’t seem that controlling, but what is going on?

“No! Nothing that weird.” She takes two steps towards my bed, cheeks turning pink.

“Wanna fill me in, then? Do you have some kind of underwear fetish I’m unaware of?”

Hadley rocks on the balls of her bare feet. Her floral-patterned shorts showcase her tanned legs, and I have to focus on her face, so I don’t get distracted.

She pats a pile of clothes. “I mean, I’m open to exploring options. You could try going commando, and I’ll let you know what I think.” She winks, and I can’t help laughing at her antics. “But honestly, I hope you’re not mad. I did your laundry.”

“Really?”

She hurries to explain, twisting her hands together. “Not because I think you can’t or something like that. But you’ve been so busy lately. Clinicals and conditioning. Plus this girl who wakes you up in the middle of the night when she’s horny.”

“No problem there.” I step closer, sliding my hands around her waist. Brushing a kiss across her lips, I bob my brows. “I’m a big fan, actually. Last night was awesome. I’d much rather have sex than sleep.”

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