Chapter 9
Indigo
Never in my life had a romantic comedy that ended with the first kiss had me on the edge of my seat the entire time.
Until Jacob, who left me panting for more.
Our lives weren’t anything like the movie. Yet here I was, sitting cross-legged, on the edge of my seat, next to Jacob. And I waited for his touch.
But the sexy, muscular man beside me put his hands in the popcorn bowl we shared, and our thighs only touched through our clothes.
I seriously was on tenterhooks for more, for kisses like in the movie that only he could give me.
I had Jacob Donovan—who with a snap of his fingers could be anywhere, eating five-star food, with one glance at his staff—sitting here beside me. Yet he’d not complained at all about the night at home I’d set up for just us.
Like we were
