"Move!"
"No."
"MOVE!"
"No."
It was a week after Layna had come aboard out ship and my back had healed almost entirely. Fortunately, this meant I could move about the ship and return to my duties. Unfortunately, this meant I no longer had a plausible excuse for staying as far away from Jack as possible in the bed we shared. I was currently trying to get him to stop taking up the entire thing.
"If you don't move, you're going to become a eunuch very soon."
He winced at the thought and wisely made room for me.
"How about a song before we sleep?"
I sat on the edge of the bed.
"I can't sing," I lied.
"Come on. I've heard of a song; been looking forward to hearing it."
"What's it called?"
"I think it was called… 'On the Loose.'"
I paled, then flushed red with embarrassment. I had played that song only one time since arriving and after it I had played my own song, "Could This Be Love", a song about Jack.
"Have you been spying on me?" I asked, glaring at him through narrowed eyes.
He flashed me a naughty grin. "Maybe." Bloody spy.
My anger flared, and I slapped him on the cheek so hard that I could have sent him flying if he were standing.
He froze for a moment, stung in more ways than one, then before I could comprehend what was happening he was across the room with his hands on my hips and his lips glued to mine.
It occurred so quickly I didn't realize what was going on until his lips were on mine and there wasn't anything I could do then. I delved deeper into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his broad muscular shoulders.
I remembered vaguely being mad at him, but struggled to remember why. All that mattered was what was happening in that moment and my mind refused to let me think of anything else but him.
For all I knew it was hours before I broke his spell, barely able to breathe, stumbled to the bed as if in a daze, pulled the covers over my head, and mumbled, "Good night."
"Good night." I could hear the smile in his voice.