“I’m a nervous eater,” I said, struggling to stop laughing.
“You’re not a nervous anything. You kick the shit out of anything that makes you nervous.”
“Yeah, like those chips and salsa. I was nervous for you, so I got in the ring and won.”
He tipped his head back and laughed. His chest vibrated with the sound. I got a lovely view of his tan throat. I wanted to bite it. And then suck on it.
“That you did.” He dropped his head closer to mine. His lips were just a breath away. His body so warm.
“I’m glad you came over.” I pressed against him as close as I could get. He was so tall. And I was so, so short.
“Why’s that?”
I tipped my head back so I could look into his eyes, then licked my lips. His gaze tracked the movement. “Because I can’t reach the top shelf of my cabinets.” I stepped back. “I’ll grab some boxes and packing paper. Also the top of the pantry. And my closet.”
His amused laughter chased me through the house as I hurried to find him moving supplies.
thirteen
“You have a surprising amount of shit,”Adleigh whined as I set a box full of books in her arms. The box was small, so it was deceptively heavy. Her whole body drooped dramatically as the weight settled in her hands. “Oof.”
I smiled encouragingly at her. “You’re the reason I’m moving, so buck up, buttercup.”
She moved toward the door. “You can’t hold that against me forever!”
“Yes, I can!”
When she stepped out of the apartment, her massive boyfriend, Shane, stepped in. “Point me to the heavy stuff.”
I grinned at him. “Have I told you lately what a great couple you and Ad make?”
“Just today,” he said, laughing. “And about three hundred times since we got here.”
“Who knew basketball players were so useful?”
He scowled. “Me. I knew.”
“Okay, well, maybe start with the kitchen stuff? Those boxes are pretty heavy. Also, there’s a lot of books. I’m kind of a hoarder.”
He mumbled a response, but I was already moving to check on Eliza. She was in my bedroom, making sense of my closet. “You really just want to move all these clothes on hangers? Just like this?”
I explained, “I was tired of buying boxes. I think it will be easy since we’re not going far.”
She stared at my still-unpacked closet. “Should we put them in the back of my car and drive them? I can’t decide what will be easier.” She collapsed on the edge of my bed. “Too bad Will doesn’t have an elevator. Think we can devise a pully system up to the apartment? Like at a dry cleaner?”
“Worth a shot. No idea is a bad idea.”
She blinked at me. “Is that really the phrase? There are terrible ideas all the time. Like really, really bad ideas.” She turned back to my closet. “Cannibalism, for one. Swimming with sharks. Baseball.”
“Baseball?”
“Literally the worst idea.”
“Playing it or watching it?”
She made a sound in the back of her throat. “Ugh, both.”
“Okay, weirdo.”
