Sea Breeze 01 - Breathe

“What? That’s the cheapest thing in my garage.”
    I laughed. “So, you’re taking me to work?”
    He shook his head. “Nope, we’re going to the movies. You’re off for the rest of the day.”
    “You can’t go to the movies.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “Wanna bet?” He opened my car door, took me by the waist, and lifted me into the tank he called cheap. He slid into the driver’s side and headed toward the largest movie theater in town.
    “Jax, you do realize people are going to recognize you in your disguise if they pay close attention.”
    He smiled at me. “I know, but they won’t get a chance.”
    I waited for an explanation.
    “I’ve been doing this for a while now, so I know how to hide from fans. Trust me.”
    I hoped he was right. I would hate for us to get bombarded by crazy teenage fans. He might be used to it, but it wasn’t something I wanted to experience. We pulled around to the back of the theater, and a door swung open. An older man dressed in a black suit stepped outside.
    Jax grinned. “I’ll get your door.”
    I started to say I could get it, but he put his finger over my mouth and winked.
    “I want to get you out.”
    I melted in my seat. My door opened, and he picked me up by the waist and set me on the ground.
    “Mr. Stone, if you will come this way, we have a theater closed off just as you requested.”
    Jax took my hand. I realized we were walking in through the emergency exit of a theater, and no one but this man knew we were here. I hadn’t thought of this. We walked inside, and Jax waved his hands out toward the stadium seating.
    “Take your pick.” He grinned.
    I pointed to the middle, and he sighed with relief. “Perfect! My favorite spot.”
    He turned to the man at the door. “All the doors have been secured?” Jax asked.
    The man nodded. “Yes, sir. No one can enter.”
    Jax handed the man what I assumed must be money. Jax turned and took my hand, and we went to our seats.
    “What’re we watching?” I asked as the man who let us in wheeled in a cart with two popcorns, two drinks, two nachos and cheese, and one of every candy available from the concession stand. I frowned at Jax. “Did you invite an army?”
    He laughed and put the drinks in our cup holders. “No, but movies make me hungry, and I didn’t know what you wanted.”
    “Popcorn.”
    He reached for a box, handed it to me, and grabbed the other one. “You asked what we were seeing.”
    I nodded and put a handful of popcorn in my mouth.
    “Night Horse,”
he replied.
    I’d wanted to see this after seeing the previews on television the other night. And then it hit me. “But
Night Horse
isn’t playing yet. It won’t be in theaters until next Friday.”
    He grinned at me and winked. “For everyone else. But for you and me, it’s about to play right now.”
    As if on cue, the lights faded, the big screen widened, and the movie began. When I realized we were not going to have to sit through previews, I started to say something but thought better of it. Today was the first day I’d really felt like I was dating someone from another world. Before, Jax had been a guy, a regular guy, whom I could talk to. Today he became the rock star. It bothered me. I glanced over at his face and saw the boy who had sung ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ on a guitar he had begged for and worn out. A small smile touched his lips.
    I blushed, and he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have a harder time staying focused on this movie than I am already.” I frowned. “Why’re you having a hard time?” He grinned wickedly and set his popcorn down before taking my hands. “Because I’m with a beautiful girl who completely fascinates me, and we’re in a dark room all alone, and all I want to do is sit and stare at her, but I know if I do, I won’t be able to keep myself from kissing her very perfect, very tempting lips.”
    I swallowed hard, and my heart pounded in my chest. Suddenly the dark around us seemed to close in, and a force neither of us seemed to be able to control kept our eyes locked on each other’s. Jax’s hand slipped out of mine and slid behind my neck, and he leaned in. The lips of the only boy I would ever love touched mine, and I forgot where we were and everything else around us. His other hand slipped behind my head, and he cradled it as he softly kissed me. His tongue touched my bottom lip, and I opened cautiously, knowing it was