Page 32 of Book Boyfriend
“And that whole thing you said yesterday about never thinking about me? Come on. The whole book is about me.”
I hum louder. I can still hear him laugh, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“And when you said you thought I was a professional kisser? Man, what an ego boost that was.”
Jumping up from the blanket, I shout, “Okay! You made your point. But I didn’t think all those things. I just wrote them like that because we writers need to embellish things to make them better than they are. Like I said . . . fantasy.”
He takes another sip of wine. I can tell he’s amused. He pushes up from the ground and steps over to me. My stomach flips when he brushes a piece of hair away from my eyes. “Prove it.”
I place my hands on my hips. “And how would I do that?”
“Let me kiss you. If you seriously feel nothing, I’ll never do it again.”
“I don’t need to prove anything to you!”
He smiles. “Okay, I’ll just go on thinking I was right.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I’m arightasshole.”
“You’re totally wrong, but you can just go ahead and think whatever you want. I don’t care.”
He shrugs and sits back down, leaving me standing there. He takes a bite of the lasagna. “So good. You should eat it while it’s warm.”
“You’re not right, you know. I thought you were okay, but I made up the rest just like I made up the whole book.”
“Okay. I believe you.”
“No, you don’t!”
“Really, Greer. If you say you felt nothing then I believe you. You don’t have to prove anything.” He winks at me again and grins cockily.
My teeth and fists clench at the same time. “Stand up.”
“I’m eating right now. Maybe later.”
“Dammit, Fisher, stand up right now so I can prove it to you!”
“Nah. I’m good.”
“Goddammit! Kiss me!”
His eyes darken as he places his plate on the blanket, stands, and slowly walks over to me. He lightly touches my cheek with his fingertips. There’s no more humor in his expression. “You want me to kiss you?”
“Just do it already!” I roll my eyes.
He grins before he gently places his mouth against mine. I’m determined to feel nothing. His tongue softly pushes past my lips and he deepens the kiss. I repeat the word “nothing” over and over in my mind, but my body betrays me and I find myself kissing him back.
The tension leaves my shoulders. He places his hand on my hip and gently pulls me closer to him. I forgot just how good this feels.No. No, it sucks. It’s not good. Oh shit, yes, it is.
As he quickly breaks our connection, I slightly stammer and sway. He’s not smiling. He’s just staring into my eyes. “For the record, if by chance I am a good kisser, it’s only because you have the most perfect mouth I’ve ever seen.”
I have nothing to say and I think he knows why.
“How about we call that a draw? If I had written about my thoughts from the beach it would have ended up in the porn section. And as much as I’d love to stand here kissing you all night, it’s getting dark, and I promised you a meal.”
We return to the blanket and eat in silence, stealing occasional glances and smiles at each other. A plane takes off in the distance and as it tips its wings into the air, I feel the scales slowly start to tip more and more in his favor. But then, I remember he’s being who he thinks I want him to be. Is this real or just another story in a book? It’s time I find out for sure.
