Thomas & January (Sleepless 2)

Damn, that girl was incredible. Zap.

I had a week to convince her to come with me. She was coming home with me. She was definitely coming home with me.

The next night, we waited in line to see Jamaica.

“Did Jason talk to Georgia Asher?” she asked me.

“I think so. I hope it went well. She’s going to be huge and I hope we get credit for her.”

“We will,” she told me, her smile reaching her eyes.

I studied her. “You have really beautiful lips, January.”

She shyly pinched them together, a red flush crept across her face. I grabbed her face and brought those lips to mine until they were loose again and she kissed me back.

When we pulled apart, her eyes widened and she fought a smile.

“What?”

“Those girls, the ones right behind us.” I started to turn, but she whipped me forward again. “Don’t look!”

“Okay,” I chuckled.

“They don’t think I can understand them.”

“And?”

“They think you’re adorable.” She paused, listening again and almost laughed. “They’d like to see what’s under your hood.”

“Right,” I said, shifting uncomfortably, pulling the hood farther over my head.

“They like your hands...and your ass.”

“You’re teasing me.”

“I’m not!”

“What else do they think?”

She listened, her eyes shot open, her mouth widened. “I can tell you what I think. I think they want their faces punched.” She began to turn around but I caught her, chuckling at her reaction.

“You’re adorable, January.”

She stood tall, turned toward them briefly then leaned into me.

“Sorry,” she told me when I laughed at the not so subtle display. “I had to.”

“It’s okay, I kind of like you possessive.” I leaned my face into the side of her hair and drank her in. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think I’m yours?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation.

“Good, ’cause I know you’re mine.”

She smiled at me. “Confident. I kinda like that.”