Page 19 of Scarlett and the Fake Boyfriend (Scarlett #2)

Jacob dropped his duffel bag on the ground. “I know my mom has some leftovers in the fridge.”

“Sounds great,” I said. I kicked off my shoes by the front door like I always did.

But nothing about this felt like it usually did.

Jacob hadn’t mentioned anything about blowjobs.

But the air felt charged between us. Like he knew that I knew why we were really here alone.

Was he waiting for me to ask him about it? Or was he just going to do it?

I pictured him slamming my back against the wall like the kiss thief always did. I cleared my throat and dropped his hand. “So what leftovers are we talking? ”

“Let’s see.” Jacob walked into the kitchen and I followed him. He opened the fridge and moved a few things around. “It looks like the options are leftover chicken curry or...” He pulled out a drawer. “Or sandwiches. What are you in the mood for?”

Was he subtly asking me if I was in the mood for something else? Like... him ? He probably was, right? There had to be some kind of sexy code word for this. Like a subtle way to ask. Oh. Of course. “Do you have any bananas?” Eep. It had sounded good in my head, but really terrible out loud.

“Um...” He looked on the kitchen island at the fruit basket. “I don’t think so. Was there something else you were in the mood for?”

Was banana not obvious enough? Oh. I knew what I needed to ask for. “I’m really in the mood for a nice thick sausage.” My eyes grew round. Why had I been so specific about the size of it? It didn’t need to be thick. What was wrong with me?

Jacob turned back to the fridge. “I don’t think we have any of that either. But if you’re in the mood for breakfast for dinner, I could make us some omelets or something.”

Okay, so sausage wasn’t the right code word either. But... “Actually, that sounds amazing.” I loved breakfast for dinner.

He pulled out some eggs. And then he found some spinach and cheese to put in them.

I watched him expertly whisk up some eggs and get the oil nice and hot in the pan. The eggs sizzled as soon as they hit it.

I would have asked him where he learned to cook. But I knew he spent tons of time in the kitchen with his mom.

He grabbed a remote off the counter and turned on the music. “May I have this dance?” he asked. But instead of putting out his hand, he pretended to reel me in like a fish.

I hopped toward him with a laugh.

I twirled around and he mimicked my move. I couldn’t help but laugh. We were so comfortable around each other. This didn’t have to be weird. I waited for him to pull me in close before I tried breaching the subject again.

I looped my arms behind his neck. “Look, I know we’re not here to just have dinner.”

He lowered his eyebrows as he stared down at me.

“We don’t have to do anything, though. I totally understand if you don’t want to.”

“Don’t want to what?” he asked.

God, was he really going to make me say it out loud? “Bananas,” I said slowly. “Sausages,” I added when he didn’t respond.

He just looked confused.

“I know that Sophie told you all about my...problem.”

He lowered his eyebrows even more. “What problem?”

Why was he torturing me? “The thing you talked to Sophie about earlier today.”

Jacob didn’t respond.

Gah! He clearly just wanted me to say it out loud.

I took a deep breath. “I know Sophie caught you all up on the kiss thief. And how he wants to steal third base next. And that I’m nervous about it because I’ve never done it before.

And obviously you’re the only person that I can practice with.

But if you don’t want me to give you a practice blowjob, I totally understand. ”

“What the hell are you talking about? The kiss thief wants to steal third base?”

I just stared at him in horror. Why was he acting like he didn’t know about this? “Didn’t Sophie tell you all this already?”

“I haven’t spoken to Sophie since lunch.”

That...traitor! She’d set me up to ask all on my own! Screw me. I needed to get out of here right this second. I took a step back but Jacob grabbed my wrist.

“Can you maybe say all that again now that you know Sophie and I didn’t talk about this?” he asked.

“I’d rather not.”

“Scarlett. Just tell me.”

I sighed. “The kiss thief said he was going to steal third base next. And I know nothing about third base stuff. I can barely even kiss right.” I groaned and looked up at the ceiling.

“So Sophie came up with the idea that maybe you could give me a few pointers. And she told me she already told you about it. And I...I am so embarrassed. So can I please just excuse myself and see you at school on Monday? And we can never talk about this again?”

Jacob laughed.

I slowly lowered my gaze from the ceiling. “Jacob Miller, don’t laugh at me.”

He kept laughing. “Is that why you just asked for bananas and sausage for dinner?”

“Stop it.” I shoved his shoulder. “I’m leaving.” I shook my hand out of his grip and walked out of the kitchen.

“Scarlett!” he called after me.

I kept walking.

“Scarlett, wait!” He stepped in front of me, blocking the doorway.

“Don’t look at me.”

“Scarlett, your first time doing this shouldn’t be with some stranger in a dark closet,” he said.

I stared at my shoes on the ground instead of him. “Did Sophie really not tell you any of this?”

“No.”

Kill me.

“Scarlett, look at me.” When I didn’t lift my head, he put his fingers under my chin and made me make eye contact with him. “If you ever want something, all you need to do is ask.” He was no longer laughing. And he didn’t look appalled or anything.

“But do you want to do third base stuff?” I asked. “You’re not even attracted to me.”

“I never said I wasn’t attracted to you.” His fingers fell from my chin. “I just said you changed.”

“So you don’t want it?”

“I’m still a guy, Scarlett.”

That was hardly him really asking for it. But it also wasn’t him saying no.

He scrunched up his nose.

Oh. This was where he was going to say no. He didn’t have to make such a disgusted face though.

“Do you smell that?” he asked. “It smells like something burning...shit.” He ran back into the kitchen where the omelet he was making was on fire .

Oh my God! I ran after him. “We need water!” I yelled and grabbed a cup.

“No, don’t...”

I tossed the water on the frying pan and the flames lapped up even higher.

Jacob stepped in front of me and poured something all over the omelet.

The flames immediately started to die down. He grabbed the pan with a hand towel and tossed it in the sink.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “What did you put on it to stop the fire?”

“Baking soda.”

“Good to know for next time,” I said.

He laughed. “Hopefully there won’t be a next time.” He looked over at the pan that was still sizzling in the sink. “So there goes dinner.”

“I can’t believe you really just invited me here for dinner.” I shook my head.

“I really am hungry after the games,” he said with a laugh. “I can’t believe you thought I was getting you alone for...”

“Let’s just pretend it never happened,” I said, cutting him off.

He stared down at me. “Is that what you want? Because I was about to say, if you’re still hungry...”