"I think Iron Man 3 came out. We could go check that out." he suggested. "But if you don't wanna see something nerdy I have no idea what else is out. We can always go check."
I shrugged, "Sure... Whatever..."
I berated myself for giving Jake the cold shoulder. He was my brother, not my boyfriend. My fingers idly rubbed where my wedding rings usually were. At least with a movie, we could quickly pass the time away and get him back to Mom's at a semi-reasonable hour.
I mean it's not as if he was trying to ignore me. He was just overly anxious about having Sarah in his car.
Besides, I'd totally ignored him these past seven years. While he was family, I had a life of my own - a career and a husband, both of which I loved. He had no reason to believe that was going to change once the clock struck midnight and the coach became the pumpkin it had been.
Maybe I'd try and do a better job of keeping in touch...
I'd give him one thing. He sure was a good kisser and if the bulge I'd felt against my backside was any indication he also had something to there to make a woman smile. I wondered what his future girlfriend would be like...
What the hell? Were we being followed? Who would... shit!!! Hopefully, I was wrong.
"Jake, what kind of car does Steve drive?" I asked.
I shrugged, "Sure... Whatever..."
I berated myself for giving Jake the cold shoulder. He was my brother, not my boyfriend. My fingers idly rubbed where my wedding rings usually were. At least with a movie, we could quickly pass the time away and get him back to Mom's at a semi-reasonable hour.
I mean it's not as if he was trying to ignore me. He was just overly anxious about having Sarah in his car.
Besides, I'd totally ignored him these past seven years. While he was family, I had a life of my own - a career and a husband, both of which I loved. He had no reason to believe that was going to change once the clock struck midnight and the coach became the pumpkin it had been.
Maybe I'd try and do a better job of keeping in touch...
I'd give him one thing. He sure was a good kisser and if the bulge I'd felt against my backside was any indication he also had something to there to make a woman smile. I wondered what his future girlfriend would be like...
What the hell? Were we being followed? Who would... shit!!! Hopefully, I was wrong.
"Jake, what kind of car does Steve drive?" I asked.