[chapter twelve]
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"You better be at least as hung over as I am." Nya said curtly when she met Jamie in her driveway several hours later. He was busily hauling garbage to the curb when Nya came outside to retrieve her newspaper.
"Worse." Jamie said, squinting to see Nya's eyes through his own sunglasses to the enormous ones that hid Nya's face. "So much worse, I promise."
"Um." Nya stammered. "I...um...how well do you know Ron Malec?"
Jamie laughed, then grabbed his head to still his throbbing temples from the effort. "Pretty well. Nice guy, good mechanic."
"I...um..." Nya stuttered again. "I woke up next to him this morning. In a bed." She whispered firmly.
Jamie smiled. "I know. I put you there."
"What?!" Nya said loudly, instantly regretting the noise.
"Shh." Jamie begged. "Please don't yell above a whisper."
"Sorry." Nya said, genuinely contrite. "But, you put me there?"
"Yeah." Jamie said. "You were exhausted and pretty tipsy, and that bedroom is as far away from the noise as you can get. I pretty much carried you there, saw Ron was already passed out and knew you'd be safe from any...advances. Seemed like a better idea than you waking up in my bed - am I right?" Jamie asked seriously.
"Very much right." Nya confirmed.
"Although, the way you were throwing yourself at me, maybe I should have parked you in my bedroom after all." Jamie said teasingly.
"I did *not* throw myself at you!" Nya whisper-shouted.
"You did, babe. It was sort of cute, really."
"Cute??"
"Don't worry. I was flirting back, but it might have just been the power of the pants. And now I'll never know, because I'm pretty sure the glare you are throwing at me is going to burn holes through my body and I'll die right here. Am I right?"
Nya huffed. "Just wishful thinking!"
"You were kissing me...I was kissing you..." Jamie said, his voice suddenly husky, deep as he advanced on her, closing the distance between them at an alarming rate. "You don't remember?"
"I...no." Nya said, her cheeks flushing to crimson as she vividly remembered every detail of their extended kissage under the stars. She tried to block out the feel of their bodies against each other, his lips pressing her, the hours they seemed to sway there together...
"Not a minute." She affirmed.
"You're lying." Jamie whispered in her ear. "I can tell."
"I'm not."
"Want me to remind you of last night?" Jamie muttered, his lips dropping onto hers before she could protest. "I'm really good at reminders." He said, his voice rumbling against her skin. "It's like a make up test in school."
"Make up?" Nya whispered, not really listening to his words, but instead concentrating on the fireworks behind her eyes.
"Make out." Jamie teased. "A make out test."
"Stop talking now." Nya ordered, his arms pulling her closer.
"Okay."