Page 64 of Making It Up

That could be really sexy. Especially if he wants to read together. Or read out loud to me…

“Thanks for doing this,” he says. “It was really great of you. And Sloan.”

“I enjoyed it,” I tell him honestly. I add, “You’re a really good uncle. And brother.”

“It’s easy with them.”

“You would do it even if it was difficult.”

He shrugs. “Of course.”

I know David would do anything for his brothers and, by extension, their kids.

I smile. “Can I do something I really wanted to do inside, but I resisted even though it was really difficult?”

He lifts a brow. “Is it a bad idea?”

“Not bad,” I say. “But you’re going to think I shouldn’t do it.”

He just looks at me for a long moment. Then he shocks me by saying, “Yes.”

I don’t give him a second to re-think it. I step forward, slip my arms around his waist, press my cheek to his chest, and hug him tightly.

I feel his surprise in the way he stiffens for a moment, but then his arms come around me and he brings me against him more fully.

I close my eyes and just absorb the moment.

“I thought you were going to kiss me,” he says against my head after a few seconds of holding me.

I smile. Then realize that he said yes to that.

I tip my head back. “I’m afraid to ruin how great the kiss last Friday was.”

Surprise flickers through his eyes. Then they narrow. “Excuse me?”

I fight my smile. “It was a really good kiss. I don’t want to do it again and ruin it.”

“You don’t want to do it again?” he repeats. “Ever?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

I know he knows I’m lying.

This could go either way.

He’s either going to kiss my pants off—maybe not literally on his mom’s porch but very metaphorically—or he’s going to call me on my crap.

His gaze roams over my face, almost as if he’s trying to memorize my features.

Then he says, “You’ve got a point.”

And he lets me go.

Calling me on my crap.

Got it.

I can’t hide my smile.