He jerked but laughed. “Okay, you’re right. That wasn’t nice.” His arm came around me, trapping my right hand against my own leg. “I’d settle for you moving in with me for six months first.”
I sighed and twisted my head. “I’ll move in with you on my birthday,” I stated.
He froze, staring down at me. “That was easier than I expected.”
I grinned slyly at him. “Do you know when my birthday is?” I asked.
His body grew rigid. “Um…actually…” he hedged.
I laughed. “I’m a Scorpio.”
“I have no idea what that means,” he admitted, making me laugh even harder.
“My birthday is October twenty-fifth. If we can manage not to kill each other with sex or bickering between now and then, I’ll move in with you.”
Landen’s eyes moved over my face, taking in all my features. “You do realize that’s four months away.”
I removed my left hand from his grip and patted his jaw. “You’re tough. You can take it.”
“For you, I can take just about anything.”
I turned in his arms, straddling his hips in the huge tub. “I love you, Landen Weber,” I said, twining my arms around his neck.
He mirrored my movement, only his hands slid around my waist. “And I love you, Chelsea Archer. Even if you’re too damn stubborn for my own good.”
I leaned forward and put my mouth against his, our lips barely touching as I spoke. “Yeah, but you like it.”
His eyes flashed with wicked humor as he tugged me closer. “Yes, I do.”
Then he kissed me.
