When Nichole found Ghost, she held it up. “Ready?” At Jack’s nod, she slid the disk into the slot. “This is a great movie, so pay attention.”
“My eyes are glued to the screen.”
“Ouch. That must hurt.” She laughed when he rolled his eyes.
When she sat on the sofa, he pointedly looked at the foot of space between them, then lifted his gaze to hers and raised his eyebrows. Without a word, he had her moving to him until their bodies were aligned from arms down to legs. It was where she wanted to be.
“Better,” he said, then put his arm around her and pulled her closer, until her shoulder rested against his chest. “Even better. What’s this movie about?”
“Demi Moore is in love with Patrick Swayze, and he’s murdered. He comes back as a ghost. That’s all I’m going to say.”
“Really, Nichole, we’re going to watch a ghost movie?”
“Yes, Jack, really. Now shut up and watch.”
He glanced at her and smirked. “You’re bossy, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Are you this bossy in bed? Because if you are, you should know I’m good with that.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Maybe you’ll find out someday. Or maybe not.” He totally would.
He leaned over, putting his mouth next to her ear. “Oh, I will, I promise you.”
A delicious shiver raced through her, and he chuckled, letting her know he’d felt it. The opening credits finished, and as the movie began, she blinked. She’d watched this movie many times, and knowing what was coming, tears stung her eyes.
It didn’t take long to learn that Jack liked to make commentary. “Dude, open your eyes. You just walked by a bad guy hiding in the doorway.” Then, “So that’s the answer to life after death. You turn into a lightning bug,” he said when the twinkling white lights swooped toward Patrick Swayze.
And so it went. She tried not to encourage him by laughing, but whenever a laugh or chuckle at one of his asides did escape, his expression was entirely too smug. He was funny, and for her, there was nothing more appealing than a man with a sense of humor. Good looking, a really nice man, a drool-worthy body, and funny meant she was in so much trouble!
There was no way she could resist Jack Daniels. Her salvation was that he’d be leaving in a month or two, and that would be that. All she had to do was program her mind to not fall for the sweetest, hottest man she’d ever met.
“I’d totally do her,” he said when a close-up of fat tears from luminous green eyes meandered down Demi Moore’s cheeks.
Nichole snorted. “I don’t know one straight man who wouldn’t. Heck, I’d almost do her.”
He groaned. “Don’t be putting pictures like that in my mind.”
“Am I torturing you?” She peered up at him. His blue eyes, darker than they had been minutes earlier, answered her question. She hid her smug smile. She’d surprised him with her comment, and she had a feeling he wasn’t a man who surprised easily.
“Yes, but in the best kind of way.”
Before she could think of a response, the scene she especially wanted him to see came on. “Hush. This is where you need to be quiet and pay attention.”
“I’m yours to command.”
That was all he said as he stared at the TV screen. If he had any idea of all the ways she’d like to command him, he’d instantly forget they were watching a movie. Nichole had wanted to recreate the pottery scene since the first time she’d seen it. She just hadn’t had the right man before to do it with, and now she had. When the scene ended, she held her breath, waiting to hear what he would say.
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