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" Oh, wow! What a tremendous response, guys. I love that y'all loved this character interview, it was a lot of fun to do. Trini had some great questions so I thought it would be cool to turn it into a scene. <3 seeing so many of you entering in this giveaway. I guess it's only fair since there are so many entries to add a few more books! Trini, go ahead and make it five winners for ten books total! We need to thank these butterflying bemazing fans!" Friday July 20, 2012 5:15pm CST
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Ya I know what you are thinking. *wink wink*
and of course the beautiful
Layken "Lake" Cohen
“Will, come here,” I say as I settle onto the sofa. “We got the questions we need to answer for Trini’s blog, A Book Lover’s Review.”
Will walks into the living room and plops down on the sofa beside me. “Fire away,” he says.
“You should sit across from me,” I say to him. “That way I can see you better.”
Will tilts his head toward me and shoves his bottom lip out and pouts. “I don’t want to sit across from you, Lake. I want to be next to you.” He pulls my legs up into his lap.
I easily give in to those pouty lips as I lean my head against the arm of the chair and straighten the stack of questions in my hand. “You’re so needy,” I tease.
He winks at me and rubs his hands across my legs. “Can you blame me?”
I roll my eyes and read him the first question. “Okay. What color would you say best describes your personality and why?”
“That’s an easy one. Red. Next question.”
“You’re supposed to say why it describes your personality,” I say.
“Love, Lake. Red symbolizes love and I’m a hopeless romantic. I am with you, anyway.”
I smile at him. “Good answer, Husband. Okay, next question. What do you consider to be your best qualities?”
He sighs and rolls his eyes. “I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I’m good with money, I guess.” He turns his head toward me and winks. “And I have great abs.”
“Those are hardly your best qualities,” I say.
“Well then you tell me,” he says.
Oh god, where do I start?
“Let’s see…you’re responsible, respectful, you’re raising your brother, you’re raising my brother, you’re always in a good mood, you love me way more than I deserve, you’re a great teacher, you’re good to your grandparents, you’re good to me, you’re an excellent kisser, you’re artistic. Want me to keep going?” I ask him.
He smiles at me and grabs the interview questions out of my hand, tossing them on the floor. He leans in closer, making his way across the couch until he’s hovering over me. He looks down at me and melts me with his smile. “I think you’re my best quality, Lake,” he whispers, right before his lips touch mine. He brings his hand to the nape of my neck and parts my lips, kissing me deeply. For several minutes, I forget about the questions we’re supposed to be answering. As soon as I feel the situation heading in another direction entirely, I muster up all the strength I have to redirect it back to the questions at hand.
“Will,” I say, pushing against him. “We need to get these questions finished first. There are a lot of them.” He pulls away from me, but quickly leans in for one more kiss before reaching down and picking the interview questions up off the floor.
“Fine,” he says, grinning. “But make it quick.”
I sit up on the couch and cross my legs. “Quit interrupting me and it will be quick.”
“Quit saying things that make me want to kiss you and I’ll stop interrupting you” he retorts with a grin.
“Next question,” I say, changing the subject. “If you could have three wishes granted, what would they be?”
He props his legs up on the coffee table in front of him and rests his hands behind his head. “I’ll focus on wishes for the future to save the obvious things I would wish to change from the past,” he says.
We’re both thinking the same thing apparently. Our parents.
“Good idea. Future wishes only. And realistic ones,” I say.
“Future, realistic wishes it is, then,” he says. He stares up at the ceiling for a minute, then straightens his posture when he comes up with one. “I would wish that Kel and Caulder get scholarships to great schools and we get to spend their college funds on ourselves. Second, I would wish that any future children we have aren’t near as smart and witty as Kiersten. That would be too much to handle. And last, I would wish I could look like Johnny Depp so you would want me even more.”
I laugh. “That isn’t possible,” I say.
He turns toward me and frowns. “Which part? Me looking like Johnny Depp?”
“No, the other part,” I say. “It isn’t possible for me to want you more than I already do. Okay, next question. What is one word that describes your life?”
He answers immediately. “Sweet,” he says.
“What’s your theme song?”
“I & Love & You by The Avett Brothers.”.
“Oh, this is a good one. How would you describe your life before me?”
He shakes his head. “I can’t,” he says quietly. “I don’t even remember living before you.”
Wow. This man is just full of perfect answers tonight.
I clear my throat and try to keep my distance, but I have an overwhelming urge to crawl into his lap and kiss him for that answer. I look down at the next card and quickly read from it, attempting to distract myself. The question causes me to laugh. “If you could be any animal, what would you be and why?”
“A turtle,” he says.
“A turtle?” I laugh. “What the hell?”
He glares at me. “What! Haven’t you ever heard of the tortoise and the hare? Slow and steady wins the race. It’s how I got you,” he says. “Patience.”
I shake my head. “I would have wanted you to be like a lion or a tiger or something a little fiercer. Okay, next question,” I say, still laughing. I slap the cards down on my knee and look up at him again. “A turtle? Seriously? Out of all the animals in the world, you pick a turtle?”
“Next question,” he says, furrowing his eyebrows at me.
“Fine,” I groan. “Would you consider yourself a lover or afighter? I’ll answer this one for you because I want to get to the question after this one. You’re a lover. Hands down.”
He nods in agreement, so I immediately move on to the next question. “What was the first thing you noticed when you first laid eyes on me?” I lean my head against the couch and wait for his answer.
“Hmm. Lots of things,” he says. “I noticed that sad, distant look on your face and I wanted to make it go away. I loved your accent. So much. I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. It was obvious in the first five minutes I interacted with you that you loved your brother. You were even a little goofy, which was a total turn on for me. You want me to keep going?”
I shake my head. “No, that was perfect. Last question, then it’s your turn to ask me some. Where do you see yourself in five years?”
He immediately comes at me again, pushing me back against the arm of the couch with his body as he presses it against mine. He leans in and presses his lips to my ear, sending a shiver down my entire body. “In five years, I hope to hell I’m right here,” he whispers.
Wow. Another perfect answer. I wrap my arms around him and pull his mouth to my neck. As soon as his lips graze my skin, he grabs the interview questions out of my hands and sits back up, laughing at my obvious disappointment. I’m left feeling a little more than unsatisfied. “Tease,” I mumble.
“My turn,” he says, flipping the cards over. “What have you always wanted to do but haven’t done yet?”
“I’ve always wanted to see you play the guitar,” I say. I sit back up on the couch and scoot closer to him.
“Well, that’s doable,” he says, shuffling the card to the back. He reads the next question and smiles. “I’m answering this one for you. What is your most treasured possession and why?” He reaches to my hair and runs his fingers across the hairclip. “This. Because it’s magic,” he says. “Am I right?”
“Next. Where is your favorite place to be?”
“Wherever you are,” I say. And it’s true. Whatever I’m doing, I’m happiest when I’m with him.
He winks at me, then continues reading. “This is a good one,” he says, turning toward me. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”
“I obviously do now,” I say.
He looks up at me and cocks his head. “Did you not believe in it before we met?” he asks.
“No, I didn’t. I thought it was ridiculous. It probably still is a little far-fetched. I mean, I didn’t love you the moment we first met, but the potential was there. To me, that can be considered love at first sight. When you love everything about a person in those first few moments with them. That doesn’t happen a lot.”
“I hope not,” he smiles. “What was one thing that surprised you the most about me?”
“Is that one of the questions?” I ask. He didn’t even look at the card to read it.
“Yep,” he says, flashing the next card in the pile to me. “Right here.”
“Well, I think we both know the answer to that,” I say. “It would have to have been your occupation.”
He laughs, then inhales a deep breath and sighs. “That sucked.”
I nod in agreement. “Yeah. Big time.”
He looks back to the cards in his hands. “What do you think our theme song should be?”
“Well, you already took my favorite song with your answer. I guess I’ll go with something a little different. I think I won’t give up by Jason Mraz fits us perfectly.”
“Really?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “That song is so depressing.”
“No it’s not,” I disagree. “ It’s beautiful. You need to listen to the words.”
“Okay, I will. I’m curious now.” He picks up the last card. “If you were granted three wishes, what would they be?”
I lie back down on the couch and prop my feet up in Will’s lap. “Give me a minute to think about that one,” I say.
“We’ll come back to it,” he says, flipping the card over. “Gnomes or four leaf clovers?”
This one would have been a given last year. “I would have said four leaf clovers, but after hearing that poem you wrote for me, Because of you, I think I have an affinity for gnomes now.”
“The laundry room or the living room?” he asks.
“Definitely the living room. The laundry room always ends badly.”
“Good point,” he says as he flips the card over again. “Okay. Back to the three wishes now.”
I take a deep breath, attempting to clear my head. Will puts the last card down and pulls my shoes off, then begins massaging my feet while I think. I close my eyes and feel my whole body relaxing with his touch.
“Mmm. This would be one of my wishes. That you would have to rub my feet every night,” I say.
He presses his thumbs into the arch of my foot and rotates them, easing away the tension. “Maybe every other night,” he says.
“My second wish would be that Kel and Caulder could skip the ages of 13-19. I really don’t want to deal with teenagers yet.”
“I agree with that wish. Okay, last one and we’re done,” he says. His hands make their way past my ankle and up my calf. I close my eyes and pretend to think of another wish, but really I just want him to keep doing what he’s doing. After a few more moments pass, he catches on. “You still have another wish,” he says, his hands slowly massaging their way past my knees and up to my thighs.
“I’d wish we could have a do-over in the laundry room,” I say. “You know, to see if things could end well in there for once.” His hands leave my thighs and are immediately clasped around my waist. I squeal when he jerks me off the couch and wraps my legs around him as he carries me toward the laundry room. “I can grant that wish right now,” he says.
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