His parted mouth, the way he looked up while licking me with that delicious tongue of his.Where the hell did he learn tongue tricks like that?
Actually, wait. I didn’t want to know how many women he slept with and how much practice he had.
I wassoclose when the asshat pulled away because I wasn’ttouchinghim.
Screw him and his need for touch because he wasn’t getting it from me.
“Apparently,” I dropped down to pick Chubby up. He cooed in my arms. The gremlin loved me, but he didn’t care about my sanity when he chewed out every corner of my room in Christian’s apartment. “His father didn’t teach him well.”
Christian glowered. “His father taught him very well, but Chubby does what Chubby wants.”
“Just like his dad.”
It looked like Chubby claimed my room and I wasn’t one to take over the adorable kitty’s space. Even if he did it first.
Chubby leaped onto the ground, strutting away like the bad kitty he was.
At least he knew what he wanted and didn't run from it.
Unlike his dad here.
“What are you doing?” Christian asked when I pulled a bag out of the closet and threw clothes in it.
Was he being serious?
“Not sure if this is obvious,” I cocked my hip. “But my room is kind of trashed and I need a place to sleep.”
He looked stupefied. “That doesn’t answer what you’re doing.”
“I’m going to Umaima’s. She’ll let me crash with her.”
How was that not obvious?
“I have a bed too, you know?” He shook his head like hecouldn’t believe he had to say that out loud. “Unless you think I sleep in a coffin.”
“Congratulations for telling me that, but it still doesn’t solve my problem.”
Christian took a step forward, his arm brushing against the jacket I— thankfully—still had on. “You’ll sleep in my bed.”
A full, belly laugh erupted out of me.
He clenched his jaw.
Oh, he was serious.
“Okay, no.” I shook a finger. “I am not sleeping in your bed.”
“We’re husband and wife, we can sleep on one bed.”
“Hm okay. Let me rephrase that. I don’twantto sleep on your bed.”
“Why?” He smirked in his annoying way. “Too scared you’ll jump my bones?”
“Can you not?” I glared hard and steady. “I don’t want to sleep in your bed because I don’t want to.”
“Amazing backup, you’ve won the argument.”
“Christian,” I warned.
