Page 2 of Prophet
“Who’s Clint East… whatever?” she asked.
I raised a brow at her. “You don’t know? Dang, you never saw any of his films?”
Shrugging, she clasped her hands together and admitted, “I’m not much of a movie buff, I suppose.”
“Neither am I when it comes to what they come out with today. No, I like old films. Clint was a character in his own right. He starred in old spaghetti westerns.”
“Spaghetti?” She furrowed her brow.
I chuckled. “Yeah, see for a time, Italy made these western cowboy films.”
She stared at me. “The old west happened in America, Prophet.”
“I know but anyway, they were great movies. High Plains Drifter, The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.”
She slapped my thigh. “Now you are just teasing me. The poorfilm illiterategirl.” She chuckled.
I laughed. “No, those were real movie titles.”
She cocked her head at me. “You’re serious?”
Nodding I said, “I am. Hang Em High, A Fistful of Dollars. A Few Dollars More. Then they would cue the movie at the start with a weird like… song. Whistling and stuff like that.”
Now she laughed full out. “Oh, man.”
I took her hand. “I love your laugh. It's…” I faltered.
Her laughter slowed. “What?”
I let go of her hand and looked away. Shit, I couldn’t keep doing this. I turned and looked at her beautiful face. “I know it hasn’t been very long since we met. But…I really like you.”
“Well, I like you too. I mean that’s why…” She clasped her hands together.
“What why what?” I chuckled. “Well, that didn’t come out right.” I stared down at my hands and nervously played with the leather strap.
She giggled. “Like I always look for you when I don’t see you. I love to hear you talk. You’ve got this cute lil drawl thing going on. You look me in the eye and tell me what you’re thinking. I love your stories, even the silly Clint Eastman ones.”
“Eastwood,” I corrected her with a smirk.
“What I’m trying to say is…” She gazed into my eyes. “When are you going to kiss me?”
I froze right on the bench. Dropping the leather strap, I stared at her.Did she just say—
She grasped my cheeks with both hands and pressed her lips to mine.
I allowed her to kiss me the way she wanted, all while thinking this must be a dream or one of my fantasies. Hell, maybe all the waiting had finally paid off.
Chapter Two:McGorgeous
Jewel
Kissing a man wasn’t something I’d done very much. In fact, it might be the first real kiss I’d ever experienced. His mouth was so hot and he tasted good. Tugging me closer he deepened the kiss and I was lost in a haze. A sweet, warm haze as my body heated up all over.
Finally, Prophet pulled away. Staring into my eyes, he remained quiet.
I suddenly felt embarrassed. Why did I do that? Men chased me all the time and all I ever did was run. Now here I was kissing a guy and I loved it. My cheeks flamed as I lowered my head. “Sorry, I don’t know why I just…” I stood from the bench.
He stood and took my hand. “It’s okay, Jewel.” He laughed. “In fact, it was wonderful.”
