“I will.”
“I don’t have any problems flying out to see her. I want you to be happy and good with it. We can make it a romantic weekend,” he suggests, and my heart just aches. I didn’t realize it before, but he is slowly and surely becoming more than a little important to me.
“Thank you, Ryan, really.”
“Anytime. So,” he says, and I hear him moving, like he’s lying down. “Did you listen to that song I sent you earlier?
“‘Kiss Somebody’?”
“Yup,” he says.
I can hear the grin in his voice. “I did.”
“Didn’t you say all songs are about drugs, sex, and alcohol?”
I grin. “Yes, but kissing leads to sex.”
“Yes, but this one is all about kissing. So, tell me, Miss Castilleja, how do you feel about it? Do you see the connection between us and the song? ’Cause I feel we should be kissing more than we already are. Do you feel the same?”
I snort, and when I get an evil eye from Amelia, I don’t care. When the most beautiful, breathy laugh comes over the line, I decide I am loving every second of being Ryan Justice’s girlfriend.