“Motherfucker, I told you that Trinity likes you, and you’re in bed with someone else.”
The covers are thrown off of us. Letting out a squeal, I hide myself as best I can under Leonidas’s body. He pulls the sheets up again until they’re above our shoulders.
“Get the fuck out of here!” he booms, pushing Elijah’s body away from the bed.
He lets out a screech. “Oh my God, that is Trinity. Sorry, man. I thought it was a random chick. Get some.” With that, he turns around and runs out of the room.
I have to hold back a laugh when he slams into the wall beside the door because his hands are covering his eyes.
“Shit,” he swears and rubs his face. “Bye, guys. Have fun,” he whispers while rubbing his forehead with a scowl.
I’m immediately mortified when I hear him scream to Amelia that it’s me.
Leonidas drops his head on my shoulder and lets out a groan. “Why would that only happen to us?”
I chuckle and grab the back of his head, running my fingers through his silky hair. I let out a sigh while massaging his skin.
“That doesn’t sound good,” he mumbles against me.
I know this might be too soon to ask, but we’ve spent weeks arguing and, in our own way, getting to know each other. I want to know what he thinks this is before I interpret it for something else. “What are we?”
He lifts his head off my shoulder, making my hand fall to the bed below us. “I would love to call you mine.” He raises an eyebrow at me and shakes his head. “You know what? I don’t even need to ask. I’m claiming you.”
Excuse me? No.
“Nope,” I say with a shrug.
He stiffens above me. “What do you mean, nope? This doesn’t seem like something friends would do,” he notes, looking down at our bodies.
Giving me a look like I’m crazy, he gestures with his hand around us. Leonidas is lying on top of me. My shirt was thrown off last night mid-make-out session, and his chest is also bare, shining in the bright sunlight beaming through the curtains we forgot to close last night.
“You need to ask me,” I clarify. I want him to put effort into asking me to be his girlfriend. I don’t want to be claimed like I’m a dog.
Giving me a blank look, he replies sternly, “I don’t ask. I get.”
“Not with this girl, you don’t.”
Rolling his eyes, he drops his head back onto my forehead.
I win.
“You know what?” he asks after a while.
I hum and continue trailing my hands up and down his muscular back.
“No girl has ever made me this horny,” he says randomly.
Moment ruined.
Placing my hand on his chest, I push up with all my strength. He falls beside me, and I get up from the bed. His hand reaches out to touch mine, but I slap it away.
“This isn’t just sex and make-out sessions for you, right?”
Leaning on his elbow, he shakes his head with a frown. “Of course not, Trinity. I was just playing.” His eyes fill with concern as he stares at my tense body.
I know he’s joking … but when you have trust issues, it makes you question everything.
“Come here,” he says and pulls me back onto the bed. When I get on top of him, he gives my nose a peck. “I like you, okay? Please never doubt that.”
