Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I think if we head to the fourth floor of the library, we’ll still have plenty of opportunities.”
As Ryan approaches another room, he checks the knob—it isn’t locked. He guides me inside the space, empty except for the basics—bed, dresser, desk.
“I’m guessing this was your room?”
He grins. “Yeah. I never had a chance to show it to you.”
“I assume it’s a lot tidier than it was when you were living in it.” It’s an intentional dig at the mess I learned he was when he moved into my room, and really, he hasn’t changed much since.
He places his hand over his heart. “Ow. I’m not that bad.”
“I think you’re back to gaslighting me,” I joke.
He’s all teeth as he pulls his phone out of a pocket in his toga.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but he doesn’t respond, just keys away before setting his phone on his desk.
It takes a moment for the music to start playing. I recognize it because it’s the song I used when I was first teaching him how to tango. Tango classes ended a few weeks ago, but Ryan and I have kept up our lessons, getting even better.
“My turn to lead,” he says, taking my hand and resting the other against my back. I don’t resist him, and we start to move through the basics.
It surprises me at first how easily I go along with him, especially considering the reason why I preferred to lead was because of how I wanted to be in control, but Ryan’s helped me loosen the reins on that a bit.
But only a bit.
As we travel in a circle, I get lost in the sparkle in his blue irises, wondering if they were always this blue or if I only see them this way because of how my feelings for him have changed.
“You know Ty and Lance are moving in together,” he says.
“I do.”
“I was thinking…we should discuss the possibility of moving in together too.”
I can’t fight back the smile that stretches across my face as a flurry of sensations shifts in my belly. But… “I don’t know… We do have to sort out your being a mess.”
He angles his head, shooting me a dirty look. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“You think you’re gonna live with me without any rules?”
He rolls his eyes.
“And another thing we need to settle: when the red light starts blinking on the water-filter lid…” It’s something I’ve given him hell about when we were at Dax’s or when he’s come over to stay at my parents’ place.
“That’s not a set rule. You can use it through another gallon.”
“And you can also take a minute to swap it out,” I say with a tone, and Ryan’s eyebrow pops up.
“Honey, are we really gonna fight right now?”
“Don’t you honey me right now.” But he’s still smiling because he knows that always calms me down, even when we have a minor disagreement like this.
“I think you’re trying to start a fight because you think it’s hotter when we have makeup sex.”
“Well, we can only do that after you agree to change out the water filter when the light turns red.”
“After I finish up the pitcher?”
I groan, and he leans forward, planting a kiss.
I wish I could stay annoyed, but I submit too quickly as he shoves me back and guides me onto the bed, until soon we’re making out.
As he pulls away, he glances around. “This reminds me of that first time in your room. Making out, wondering what was going on.” He presses his crotch against me.
“No question what that’s about now,” I say, and he shakes his head.
“Not even a little.”
He licks up my lips as one hand slides under the cloth draped across my torso, gliding his fingers up my abs. My body prickles with life, my thoughts scattering as we get lost in another kiss.
Though it’s similar to that first night, it’s not even close to the same. There’s no confusion. No worry. No anxiety—not about these kisses, at least.
His lips pull away, and he whispers, “Was that enough to convince you to move in with me?”
“I think you’re gonna have to really up your game to convince me of that.”
He leans back, glancing at me with a familiar cocky expression. “Up my game, huh? Well, I can do that.” He lunges at me, his mouth at my throat as he nibbles, going feral.
And as he forces my toga down my shoulder so he’s free to kiss down my body, I already know…
We’re definitely getting an apartment together.
THE END