Love in the City by Jen Morris

Author:Jen Morris [Morris, Jen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-06T18:30:00+00:00

25

Oh God. I know I shouldn’t kiss him again, but fuck—I’m only human.

I slide my tongue over my bottom lip, ready to press him up against the bookshelves, when I hear a sound beside us.

“Excuse me, could I just…”

My eyes swivel to see a young woman, gesturing down the aisle beyond us, and I resist the urge to scream. “Oh, yes. Sorry.”

We both turn awkwardly to let her pass, and I take a second to get some air into my lungs. I want so badly to kiss him again, but this woman is hovering nearby now, and—well, I guess we are in public. I can hardly blame her for wanting to browse books in a bookstore. But still.

Michael and I stare at each other for a moment, then he reaches for my basket and hauls it up onto his arm, not taking his eyes off me.

“Come on.” He nods towards the front of the store. “I want to show you something.”

We make our way to the register, my heart still tumbling about in my chest. As Michael heaves my basket up onto the counter, I can barely get my wallet out, I’m buzzing so much from our kiss. I hand my credit card over in a daze as the clerk scans my items.

“Oh, you’re a writer?” She places my writing books into the bag.

“Er, yes,” I mumble, acutely aware of Michael beside me.

“That’s so awesome. I’ve always dreamed of being a writer but never really gotten around to it.” She slides the bag across the counter to me. “Have a great night.”

I take the bag with a faint smile, feeling myself droop. What a timely reminder that I too used to only dream of writing and now I’m making it a reality. And kissing Michael is a sure-fire way to crush that dream, to see it dissolve into dust and scatter into the wind, until I’m right back where I started.

He turns to me as we step back out into the chilly air, pulling his beanie down onto his head and winding a scarf around his neck. While we were in there—for three hours, I now realize—it’s gotten dark, and quite a bit colder. I attempt to pull my coat tighter but I’m struggling with the massive bag of books.

I’m just about to tell Michael I should go when he takes my bag of books to carry it for me—and my heart melts.

Shit. I am in so much trouble.

“You wanted to show me something?” I hear myself ask.

“Yeah, if you’re not in a hurry to leave?” His eyes are bright and excited, and I nod, powerless to walk away.

With my books tucked under his arm, he flags down a passing cab and we climb inside. And I realize too late that it was not a good idea for me to get into a cab with him. The backseat is an even smaller space than the book aisle. I can smell his woodsy cologne and he’s within easy kissing distance. If he says anything even remotely sweet, I’ll lunge at him.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.