The One with the Kiss Cam

by Cindy Steel

It did feel nice to stand up until I noticed Jason’s eyes drifting down the backside of my jeans. I sat down and inched a bit closer to the good-smelling guy and zeroed my eyes in on the court. “The armrest is all yours.” The low drawl at my right came so soft I almost didn’t register that it was intended for my ears. Jason was now leaning forward and arguing with a group of guys one row in front of us. I shot a look toward the voice. Dark eyelashes, long and slightly curled, met my gaze. Baseball hat. Gentle brown eyes. And what might be the sexiest five o’clock shadow I had ever beheld. I was able to keep my mouth from dropping open in shock, but only barely. I remembered he had said something. “What?” I asked brilliantly. He nodded toward my seat. “The armrest. I had it the first quarter. The second quarter, it’s all yours.” I stared at him, not quite comprehending that this man seemed to be willfully giving up the armrest. I usually made it a habit to tuck my arms around my stomach to appear smaller, as though I didn’t want the extra space. But he was just giving it to me? He must have sensed my confusion and added, “I figured we should have the talk.” My eyes roamed his face for any sort of clue he might be joking, but not knowing anything about him to be sure. “What do you mean?” “The talk. Otherwise, we just go back and forth, both of us trying to claim dominance over the armrest. I don’t want to live like that.” A smile played around his lips, and I couldn’t help b...

So charming!