AJ's Salvation by Sam Destiny Page A

just gave him a stern look. It was exactly what she would have done, and she liked that a lot. “I will apologize,” the boy promised then, and she sighed, pushing her plate away.
    “So about that movie.” She changed the topic, and the boys grinned at each other. 
    “We picked,” Lesso started, looking expectantly at his father.
    “ The Chronicles of Narnia ,” Jam finished, and Aly’s jaw dropped. 
    “Fairy tales?” She made sure she had heard right. 
    “Mom, it’s a story with heroes and sword fights. Do you even know Narnia? There’s war in Narnia! Kids need to save the world.” She knew for a fact Alessandro didn’t know Narnia, so she guessed Jam had influenced him.
    “I’m gonna change into comfy clothes,” she announced, pointing at Jam to follow her. 
    “Can you prepare everything? I need to wash my hands. I’ll clean the dishes once you two are in bed,” Jam said to his son, and Alessandro marched away while Jam followed Aly upstairs. In her bedroom, she moved to her closet.
    “Thank you. I don’t know what you did with my son, but I could’ve never convinced him to watch this. We’d discuss him wanting to see the Die Hard movies because all his friends have, and I’d get mad until he ended up walking straight to his room. And usually he just eats green beans and a little meat. I … thank you.”
    She reached for the hem of her shirt, waiting, but he just lifted a brow. “Turn around, I want to change,” she prompted, and he started to laugh. It made him look boyish and young, especially as he combed through his blond hair, giving him that ultra-sexy, just-out-of-bed look.
    “I’ve seen you in a bikini when you were still so young you didn’t need a top,” he commented, making her blush.
    “Turn. Around.” This time, it wasn’t a plea. He cocked his head before finally turning around. Aly did the same, just to make sure he wouldn’t have anything to see if he did decide to peek. Her heart was racing in her throat, so she decided she would talk some while changing. Opening her dress behind her back, she lowered her head.
    “I’m sorry for the disaster in the café today,” she whispered, being strangely aware of the fact that she was left standing in nothing but her underwear while her absolute dream guy stood across the room, staring at the door.

He couldn’t remember what she talked about. In fact, Jam couldn’t even remember his own name as he looked over his shoulder at how Aly wiggled out of her dressed, pulling some sweatpants on. She pushed first her left, then her right leg into the material, giving him the perfect view of her ass.
    “I had totally forgotten about that meeting until my friend, Phil, picked me up this morning.” That actually got his attention; no matter how hot she looked bending even farther to put on some socks. Was Phil another one of her admirers?
    “She luckily kept a clear head all day.” She. Phil was a girl. Perfect, it meant he could go back to staring at her perfect curves without needing to worry. Aly just pulled her hair up into a messy bun, which seemed to be her favorite home look. She stared out the window while doing so, stretching with only her bra and sweatpants. 
    “Those women were terrible. I mean I already thought it more than impolite that they couldn’t stop staring at you, but that they even stayed quiet the whole time? Please, who does that? Anyway, the moment you left, all hell broke loose. They …”
    She was babbling. The realization hit him right in the gut, and he had to take a deep breath. “Aly,” he interrupted, noticing that his voice sounded rough while his body seemed to move toward her of his own accord.
    “Yes?” she squeaked.
    “You’re rambling,” he told her and then saw how she drew in rapid, little breaths.
    “Well, you make me damn nervous. I haven’t been naked around a guy in forever, so excuse me if I’m worried that maybe I’m not attractive. Not that you’d know since you’re