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When the door had opened the first time, his hand had frozen on my skin, his whole body going taut, but as soon as Dylan closed the door, he started stroking again and sighed.
“I guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought I was.”
“I guess not,” I said and started laughing again.
“He’s not go
I dropped my head on the pillow and looked at his handsome face. “Doesn’t look like it.”
“I thought I would be happier to see him, and for a second there I thought I was, but it looks like I was wrong,” he said with another heavy sigh. “At least it wasn’t your father who busted us. Thank god.”
I smiled without saying anything.
He fell silent, too, and smiled back at me.
“I love you so very much, Jason,” I said, having a hard time keeping it in.
His smile grew bigger.
“There’s that dimple,” I mumbled, reaching with my finger to touch it.
“You like it?” he asked roughly.
I nodded.
“There are a lot of things I like about you, too, wife.”
“Like what?” I asked breathlessly as I lost myself a little bit more in his eyes.
“Like that little birth mark you have on your waist,” he murmured, his fingertips finding it in the dark as if he had painted it on there. “Like that little smile you always have on your lips when you are writing and you think no one is looking at you.”
There was a rude knock on the door and Jason sighed.
“Do you know what else I learned today?” Jason asked conversationally as he pushed himself up with a sigh. “I learned that you texted me when I was eighteen, pretending to be someone else.”
I lost my breath and my smile melted off my face. “Wh-hat?”
“Interesting isn’t it? Because I certainly thought so. And you know what? Apparently I texted you back saying my friend’s sister was being sticky, or something like that.”
By then he had already gotten out of my bed and was standing over me as I held the covers in a death grip in my hands.
“You know why I can’t remember what my exact words were? Because—wait for it—it wasn’t me who wrote them. Hilarious, isn’t it?”
“What?” I repeated again. “What do you mean, it wasn’t you who wrote them?”
“Oh, you didn’t know? It was your loving brother trying to protect you from me. Or maybe the other way around, who knows with him.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am sweetheart. I am.”
I threw the covers off and scrambled out of my bed. “I’m go
I only managed to take two steps and then Jason pulled me back against his chest.
“Easy there tiger. We can kill him together, but first wear some pants so he won’t have a legitimate reason to kill me first.”
I turned in his arms, rose up on my tiptoes, and kissed him passionately until his hands were framing my face and tilting my head to the side. I could’ve easily fainted with the intensity of it.
“I’m not sticky?” I asked once I could find the willpower to stop.
“I loved you. You were my little one. I would never call you sticky. And…” He let go of my face and suddenly lifted me up in his arms. “Now that you are all grown up, I don’t mind you being sticky at all. In fact, I can’t wait to get you home so you can get sticky all over me, sweetheart.”
Epilogue Jason
“Jason!” I lifted my head up and saw my wife ru
My heart rate spiking up, I met her halfway. “What’s wrong, Olive? What happened?”
She held her chest and tried to catch her breath. “How could…how could you not tell me about…just a second, I think I’m having a heart attack.” She bent down and rested her hands on her knees.
I grabbed her shoulders and straightened her back up. “Olive, talk to me, what’s wrong?” She waved her hand dismissively. “Give me a minute, I’m angry at you.”
“What the hell for?”
“How could you not tell me that Adam Co
I blinked. “Sweetheart, I don’t keep tabs on the neighbors. I didn’t know Adam was moving in next door any more than you did.”
Her eyes widened slowly, making her look comical as she stared up at me. “You know him? You said Adam, like you actually know him,” she whined. “You know Adam Co
She was trying the pathetic act with me. Again.
I tilted my head and gave her a pointed look. “Try not to faint over another guy in front your husband, little one. It’s not a good look on you.”
Her little fingers curled around my shoulders and she dropped her forehead against my chest. Taking advantage, I immediately wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer.
Wearing a goofy smile, she looked up at me. “You’ll introduce us? I mean me? And yeah, maybe, Lucy, too? Both of us? To Adam Co
“Olive,” I sighed. “Your husband is a movie star, too, woman. How fast are you kicking me to the curb for another one? You don’t see me ru
She patted my cheek and sighed. “Can you introduce us soon? I don’t want to find Lucy hiding in the bushes trying to get a look at him over the short wall.”
I shook my head and forced her to turn around. “Come on, it’s time.”
She huffed, but started walking in front of me.
“Tell me again why I have to be part of this prank you all are playing on Lindsay?”
“Because you are helpful like that?” I was steering her toward our trailer where the makeup girls would put a wig on her so she could bear a passing resemblance to Lindsay. What she didn’t know, however, was that the prank was actually for her.
“When are you guys shooting the last scene?” she asked as she slipped her hand in mine. “I want to be there to watch that one. I want to hear Ta
“We’ll start that one right after the prank.”
“And when are you going to share what the prank really is? I’m go
My impatient little firecracker. “You don’t have to do anything sweetheart, just standing there will be enough for the prank to work.” Lifting her hand, I kissed the back of it.
It wasn’t like I was lying to her anyway; all she had to do was stand on top of an X and do one simple thing. She gave me a sideways glance, but entered the trailer cooperatively when I gave her backside a little push. I couldn’t wait to get her home that night.
Half an hour later, the sun had gone down, and it was completely dark outside when we emerged from the trailer. I walked her back to the set where the last scene of her movie would be shot.
“People are giving me fu
“It’ll be okay sweetheart,” I assured her.
When Ta
“I have a surprise for you, baby,” I said, once we were standing on top of the X taped on the ground.
“Jason what’s going on?” she asked urgently when the crew turned the low lights on and we were in the spotlight.
“We are shooting the last scene.”
Her eyebrows rising, she pulled at my hand, but I wasn’t letting her go anywhere, not again. “What do you mean we are shooting the last scene?” she squeaked.
“I love you, Olive,” I said, taking pleasure in watching her heart shine in her eyes. She did that every time I told her I loved her, and I told her how much I loved her as often as possible.
I was just as pathetic as her.
“And I love you,” she said back.
“This was our story from the very begi