My Book Boyfriend is a weekly meme, hosted by Missie at The Unread Reader.
It is a weekly meme where we talk about a literary
crush including stats, a picture of what you imagine he looks like and
some quotes from him that make you swoon. If you are interested in
participating please check out the My Book Boyfriend Introduction Page over at Missie's blog The Unread Reader.
This week my book boyfriend is
Jase Garrett from My Life Next Door by Huntley FitzPatrick
Status: Jase is the boy next door who has seven siblings and loves to fiz things. His Samantha's love interest.
Jase loves animals and his bedroom is full of them. He loves his family
and is willing to do anything for them. He seems serious but can be
quite funny and extremely sweet.
"Up close, in the light spilling from my bedroom, he looks different from most of the Garretts—rangier, leaner, his wavy hair a lighter brown, alreadywith those streaks of blond some brunettes get in the summer."
Startled, I almost lose my balance. Then
I feel a steadying hand on my ankle and hear a rustling sound, as
someone, some guy, climbs up the trellis and onto the roof, my own
“Hey,” he says again, sitting down next to me as though he knows me well. “Need rescuing?”
I stare at this boy. He’s obviously a
Garrett, and not Joel, but which one? Up close, in the light spilling
from my bedroom, he looks different from most of the Garretts—rangier,
leaner, his wavy hair a lighter brown, already with those streaks of
blond some brunettes get in the summer.
“Why would I need rescuing? This is my house, my roof.”
“I don’t know. It just hit me, seeing
you there, that you might be Rapunzel. The princess in the tower thing.
All that long blond hair and…well…”
“And you’d be?” I know I’m going to laugh if he says “the prince.”
Instead he answers “Jase Garrett,”
reaching for my hand to shake it, as though we’re at a college interview
rather than randomly sitting together on my roof at night.
“Samantha Reed.” I settle my hand into his, automatically polite, despite the bizarre circumstances.
“A very princess-y name,” he answers approvingly, turning his head to smile at me. He has very white teeth. “I’m no princess.”
He gives me a considering look. “You say that emphatically. Is this something important I should know about you?”
This whole conversation is surreal."
“The door opens, but it’s not Jase. It’s
George, now wearing boxer shorts but no shirt. He comes over and plunks
down on the bed, looking at me somberly.
“Did you know that the space shuttle Challenger blew up?”
I nod. “A long time ago. They have perfected things much more now.”
“I’d be ground crew at NASA. Not on the shuttle. I don’t want to die ever.”
I find myself wanting to hug him. “Me neither, George.”
“Is Jase already going to marry you?”
I start coughing again. “Uh. No. No, George. I’m only seventeen.”
As if that’s the only reason we aren’t engaged.
“I’m this many,” George holds up four
slightly grubby fingers. “But Jase is seventeen and a half. You could.
Then you could live in here with him. And have a big family.”
Jase strides back into the room, of course, midway through this proposition. “George. Beat it. Discovery Channel is on.”
George backs out of the room, but not before saying, “His bed’s really comfortable. And he never pees in it.”
The door closes and we both start laughing.
“Oh Jesus.” Jase, now clad in a
different green T-shirt and pair of navy running shorts, sits down on
the bed. His hair is wavier when wet, and little drops of water drip
onto his shoulders.
“It’s okay. I love him,” I say. “I think I will marry him.”
“You might want to think about that. Or at least be really careful about the bedtime reading.”
He smiles lazily at me.
I need to get out of this guy’s room. Fast.
"“You have to kiss me,” I find myself saying. “Yeah.” He leans closer. “I do.” His lips, warm and soft, touch my forehead, then slide down my cheek, moving sideways to my mouth. His hand comes up to press the nape of my neck beneath my wet hair, just as mine slips to his back. His skin’s warm beneath the cool sheen of water, his muscles tight as he lies there, still balanced on one elbow. I curl in closer.
I’m not new to kissing. Or I thought I wasn’t, but it’s never been anything like this.
I can’t get close enough. When Jase gently deepens the kiss, it feels right, no moment of startled hesitation like I’ve had before."