Jack & Diane by Lena Hampton Read Free Book Online

for the Colts with me today.”
    “Of course. I’m a Colts fan too. They’re my AFC team, but Da Bears are first in my heart.”
    “Someday I want to be first in your heart.”
    “I think maybe someday you could be.” When she saw his smile broaden she realized that she said it out loud and did not just think it. She was nervous because not only did she mean it, but she knew deep down that he may already be. Falling fast usually means landing hard. She laughed to brush her fear aside. “Was that a sufficiently cheesy response to your corny line?”
    He saw the fear flash in her eyes so he used humor to defuse it. “It may have been corny, but admit you liked it.”
    “I will admit to no such thing.”
    “Feel free to change right here in front of me. I won’t look,” he said putting his hands over his eyes with his fingers spread apart.
    She did not respond verbally but instead surprised him by beginning to take her sweater off. He was excited as she began to pull her sweater up until he saw the t-shirt she was wearing underneath it. He was still rewarded because the V-neck of her t-shirt was deep and revealed some cleavage that the sweater hadn’t. As she pulled the sweater over her head, her t-shirt came up an inch or two, revealing the smooth brown skin of her stomach. His eyes were transfixed on her. He was enjoying this flirty side of her, but he thought it may be the death of him as he could feel his heart beating harder.
    He then pulled another Colts’ jersey from the back. Jack pulled his shirt off revealing his bare chest. Diane held her breath at the sight of his stomach. His abs were perfectly rippled like sand that had been blown by the wind. She let out a breath slowly. Her fingers tickled with desire to reach out and touch him again. He pulled on a t-shirt and smoothed it out far more than necessary. He pulled the jersey over his head and started the truck as though what he’d done had not been intended to raise her blood pressure.
    They went and watched football together. Her passion for the game excited him almost as much as her passion for greasy bar food. Something had changed. The wall she’d had up was down and she was fully the person she’d only shown glimpses of before. She’d even drank a beer. The more time they spent together, the more they surprised each other in good ways. When the game was over they stayed and talked.
    “This was a great date Jack,” she said as they walked to his truck outside of the bar.
    “It’s not over yet. The best is still to come, unless you’re tired.”
    “There’s more? There’s not going to be anything left for a second date.”
    “You told me this was my one chance. I planned like there may not be a second date.”
    “There may not be.” She smiled at him. “So, what’s next?”
    “Just wait and see.”
    He drove for what seemed like forever. Four days ago she sat in a broken down car in front of this truck freaked the freak out that he was going to brutalize her. Despite her growing attraction to him, there was still the thought in the back of her head that this was all part of some evil plan. The deeper they drove into nowhere Indiana, the more she believed this to be true. There was a small part of her that just wanted to drive with Jack in this truck all night. He reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his lips to brush a kiss across it then returning their entwined hands to the center console. They drove hand in hand quietly for a little while longer.
    He turned the truck off the road and into a harvested field. Two factions of nervous butterflies warred in her stomach as her body was feeling a physical attraction she wasn’t certain she could control and her mind was considering various possibilities of impending peril. They drove far enough into the field that any direction you looked you just saw more field. He pointed the truck so that the bed was facing west.
    “Where are we?”
    “This is my farm. Well, it’s my