I grit my teeth. It’s been two weeks since Christmas, and we haven’t talked about moving in together again. We spent the week after Christmas in a sex haze, choosing to ring in the New Year alone, in his house, naked, much to my friends’ disappointment. I don’t regret a second of it, but he didn’t once bring up the potential move. I don’t want to rush things, but it’s unnerving that he hasn’t mentioned it again. I’m starting to think he’s realized how outrageous the idea is.
Regardless of whether we live together, I won’t mooch off him. “I figured I could help with the mortgage.”
He gapes at me, as if the suggestion is ludicrous. “I don’t have a mortgage.”
“Okay.” I wince. “So I’ll pay you rent.”
“Not happening.” He brushes an imaginary hair from my face and swipes his thumb along my cheek. “I like taking care of you, baby girl. You know that’s my thing.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t fight the smile creeping up my face. “As much as I love that in the bedroom, outside of it, I need to feel like I’m contributing. I don’t want to be like my mom.”
He rears back a little, searching my face.
Chest tightening, I curse my stupid mouth. Why did I mention my mother? “I don’t really want to talk about it,” I say before he can ask questions.
He nods, eyes locked on mine. “Okay.”
“Just know that I want to contribute.”
He presses his lips to mine in a sweet, comforting kiss. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Are we ready to get this party started?”
At the boisterous voice, I peer over Camden’s shoulder.
Daniel has stepped inside, and he’s wearing an outfit that literally leaves me blinking in disbelief.
Camden drops his forehead to mine. “I apologize in advance.”
I giggle, because he hasn’t even seen what I’m seeing, and he’s going todie.
When he turns, he staggers back a step. “Holy fuck.”
“I tried to tell him that he looked absurd,” Hannah calls as she appears beside him. Like me, she’s in a pair of tights and a T-shirt.
“I don’t even get it,” Camden says.
Daniel tugs on the fabric of histighttank top. “I’ve been working out.”
Hannah snorts. “Oh, Baby Hall, don’t ever change.”
His shorts are bright orange and so tight that the outline of his package is on full display. It’s…something, to say the least.
I think I can see a piercing. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to erase the image from my memory.
Camden steps in front of me, his back to my front, and I grasp his sides, laughing silently. “Please tell me you have actual clothes to put on.”
Daniel rolls his hips suggestively. “But why? We’re having sex lessons.”
“We’re havingwhat?” I screech.
“You didn’t tell her?” a blond woman says. She’s just stepped in behind them, wearing a big smile.
Ah, Sara Langfield. I saw her at the Christmas party a few weeks ago with her husband. I’ve met her a few times, and the woman is loud. I might have a girl crush on her. She’s got an incredible career as the CEO of the Boston Bolts, and her husband is absolutely obsessed with her. They’ve got four kids, I think. The oldest is a girl, and I think they have three sons. Even as a mom of four, she’s full of inappropriate jokes. She told at least a handful during the five minutes I spent with her on Christmas Eve, and by the time our conversation was over, my cheeks hurt from laughing.
“Cam probably figured she wouldn’t come if she knew,” Brooks, her husband, says as he strolls in behind her, his long hair pulled back in a loose bun.
I poke Cam in the side. “Is this true?”
