Page 62 of Words I Couldn't Say
“Well, it helps that she was written with me in mind,” I retorted. “How’d you get on set anyway?”
His eyes lit up. “Perks of being the screenwriter.”
I nibbled my lower lip. “We’re shooting the ending tomorrow,” I informed him, tears already swimming in my eyes.
I wouldn’t require menthol to produce tears while shooting Abby’s final goodbye. Heck, I was actually worried I wouldn’t be able to cope. I was one with my character, and if I put myself in her shoes, I didn’t know if I’d have had the strength she did. If I lost Tucker as quickly as I’d gotten him back, I had no idea how I would ever go on.
“Will you come by and watch?” I asked, wanting him to be close by if I was a mess afterward. Tucker always found a way to keep me grounded. I would cling to him if need be. I knew I could count on him for comfort.
His breathtaking answering smile was exactly what I needed. He used the back of his hand to tenderly brush my cheek. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Now, let’s grab takeout, go home, and cuddle up in bed until you fall asleep on me like you have every night this week.”
I quirked an eyebrow and placed a hand on my hip. “You know, we’ve been together for over a month now, and you haven’t taken me on a single date. I’m beginning to think I’m easy. Or that you don’t want to be seen with me. Is it because of the redhead?” The words had spilled from my mouth before I could stop them. I hadn’t forgotten that she’d been at his house just a few nights before we’d first made love. He’d been a virgin, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t done other things.
Tucker frowned. “Redhead?”
God, why had I brought that up? “Umm,” I said, scuffing the toe of my shoe against the sidewalk. “The one from the airport?”
“The one you were jealous of?” he asked, his eyes shining with laughter.
I pushed his shoulder. “I wasn’t jealous!”
“You so were.”
He had me. I so was.
“Whatever,” I said. “It’s just… I saw her at your house a few days before we, um…”
He leaned in close. “Before we fucked?” he growled, which sent tingles down in between my legs.
I hadn’t thought of it that way, but he was right. In the past few weeks we’d gone from being two inexperienced virgins to making love, dirty fucking, and everything in between.
Funny how love and trust were all you needed to become an animal in the bedroom. Tawni would be so proud.
“Babe,” he repeated, pulling me from my wicked thoughts.
I could only nod.
“Baby, I told you. I’ve never been with anyone else. I’ve never touched anyone else. No one else has touched me. I’ve never even fucking kissed another woman.”
My eyes grew wide. “What?” I gasped. When he’d said that he was a virgin, I’d thought he just meant sex.
“I’m a one-woman man. You’re my woman. It’s that simple.” He’d said it so matter-of-factly, as if it made all the sense in the world.
And, suddenly, it did.
“So no redhead?” I asked.
He grinned. “Babe, that redhead was Meredith.”
My mouth fell open. “Thatwas Meredith?”
“Yup.”
“Your cousin Meredith?”
“Yup.”
“Wow,” I replied.
