“That’s what we’re doing, then?” I ask, fanning my face. “I’m staying in your house, and we’re going to move around each other like we’re two people who didn’t just confess we want to perform oral sex on the other?”
“Yes.”
I lift a brow. “You think that’s possible? This is your life, your kid. You better be sure.”
“It’ll work as well as pouring a sports drink in your radiator.”
“Hey, thatdidwork.”
“Speaking of, did you make an appointment for your car? Or call the rental company?”
I laugh in disbelief. “No. When I walked in here an hour ago, I thought I’d be leaving town in the morning, so I wasn’t worried too much.”
“Suit yourself,” he mumbles, shifting in his seat. “I’ll make an appointment for you.”
“No. I need to turn it in tomorrow. Your mom said I could use her car while they’re gone.”
He stretches his arms over his head. The corner of his shirt slips up, displaying the expertly crafted muscles lining his sides.
How will I do this for thirty days?
I pause.
I’ll do this because it’s what’s best for me. This time away from life is what I need.
Besides, I can already see why a relationship—sexual or otherwise—with Chase would never work. He’s gorgeous and probably amazing in bed with those rough hands and scruff, but he’s a package deal. He and Kennedy … but there’s also Maggie and Lonnie to consider. They’re long-term people. And I’m … not.
I’m thirty-day people.
“We’re going to need some ground rules,” I say, looking at his face again.
“For what?”
“To make this arrangement work.”
“Okay. Like what?”
I lean forward, pressing my chest together to create cleavage in the V-neck of my shirt. As expected, his gaze falls on my breasts.
“Like that,” I say, sitting back again.
His eyes lift to mine. “Point taken.”
“No undressing me with your eyes,” I say.
“No flaunting that little body around in my face.”
I snort. “Oh, okay. Well, how about this? No walking around the house in your underwear.”
“I wasn’t walking around the house.”
“Fine. No getting naked in a room without the door locked because now that I know your cock got hard when I walked out, I’d rather not walk in on you like that again.”
His eyes burn.
“Also, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring girlfriends home,” I say, feeling out his dating situation.
“I don’t bring anyone home. The only people who will come over are my brothers.” He narrows his eyes. “By the way, I’m talking with Gavin.”
