“Is your fever back?” I joked.
His chest heaved as he gave me the most baleful look he could. “Why thefuckdo you wear jockstraps as underwear?”
I shrugged. “They’re really comfortable. Everything else rides up my ass and I hate it. Besides, I have a nice butt.”
“You have a horrible butt. It’s droopy and…flat.”
I laughed and sat down near his feet. “It’s okay, I know you like it. You know it, too. But sure, we can pretend.”
He was definitely getting restless and feeling cooped up because he’d been getting more and more pissed off the longer I made him stay here.
It was so damn cute.
I pushed him back into the pillows while he glared at me, then sat near his feet and rested my hand on his calf.
“You’re lucky you’ve got me here to pamper you like a princess, darling,” I said.
“You’re lucky I haven’t murdered you in your sleep. Or my sleep.”
“It seems like you just wanna have your wicked way with me in your sleep. Too bad it’s not the same when you’re awake.”
I turned my head to find him scowling at me, so I winked at him. His cheeks were a dark pink, and he tried to hide it by turning his head and throwing his arms over his face.
So mean and aggressive, and yet so easily embarrassed. I fucking loved that.
“Hey,” I said, tugging on the hem of his pants. I slid my hand over his ankle bone, then grabbed his foot when he didn’t respond.
What would he do if I bit his toes?
Probably kick me in the face.
“Hey,” I said again, squeezing his foot. “Are you hungry?”
“Stop trying to fatten me up.”
“Then can you fattenmeup? Because I’m starving.”
He moved his arm and peeked at me, then rolled his eyes and sighed. “Ugh. Fine. Let’s go get some food.”
“Nope. You’re staying here, I’ll bring it to you.”
“I’m sick of being in here!” he yelled, punching the bed. “I want to get out of here, just let me come you bastard!”
I wiped my hand over my mouth to smother my smile, sure that if he saw it he’d launch himself from the bed and rip me to pieces. “Are you throwing a tantrum right now? That’s adorable.”
He deflated in an instant, staring up at the ceiling with a sullen expression. “Don’t you have stuff to do?”
“What, trying to get rid of me so you can sneak out? I don’t have a single thing to do. I’m all yours, darling.” I bit his big toe, and then sprang off the bed with a laugh when he pulled his leg back to kick me.
“You fucking asshole,” he muttered, but there was a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, and fuck did that make me feel like I was melting.
He covered his face with his hands, but I’d already seen it.
When my phone rang, I tensed, but it was just Val.
“Hey,” I said, glancing sidelong at Reese. He was watching me with a sour expression. Probably annoyed with himself that he’d almost smiled.
“Hey, how’s your roommate?”
