Page 27 of My Fearless Fake Fling

He, of course, being Len, which meant being eons stronger and faster than me, scooped me up into his arms to walk us out of the reptile house. He bent his knee and pressed it against the wall to free a hand to open the door, then carried me through the lobby using his butt to push open the front glass door.

“Uh… what are you doing? Put me down.”

“I will.” Gravel crunched under his feet as he made his way across the lot.

“Len, put me down.”

“Iwill.”

Except he didn’t. Not only did henotput me down, he hadno intensionof putting me down. People stared at us the whole way to his truck.

All I could do was wave. My face burned. “I’m not an invalid. I can walk.”

“Sure you can… but I like carrying you, so quit your bi-otching.”

Right, now I couldn’t be annoyed with him. He was watching his mouth for me. That decided, I quit my biotching. We stopped at the passenger side of the truck and he stuck his hand in his pocket to produce his keys, hitting theunlockbutton on the fob. He opened the door and then put me down by sliding my bum onto the seat.

The man had thoroughly upped his demonstrative kissing game. Yesterday had been good, but it seemed today he took every opportunity to display affection. I couldn’t even say PDA, because half the time we weren’t in public. Now was no different. Before pulling away or shutting the door, Len bent in to brush his lips over mine. If anyone could make my heart beat erratically from a lip brush, it was Lennon. Darn.Calm down, heart.

Abruptly, he stole those lips from my skin that needed them and shut the door. I watched him jog around the front of the truck. He opened his door and climbed inside.

“Let’s go home,” he said.” How about dinner and a movie?”

My eyes lit up. I could so eat. He was a mind reader. “Pizza?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Sure, we can do pizza, baby. We can have whatever you want.”

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