She made a really fucking sexy Robin.Red corset pushing her tiny tits up, making them look bigger than they were; short green skirt that cut up high on her hips paired with thigh high black lace stockings, making her mile long legs seem longer…
Shit, she nearly killed me—or at the very least, kicked me out—when she saw the ensemble but she did it.But oh-ho, the joke was fucking on me because there were more men at that damn party than women and all their damn eyes were on her.And when some douched muscle head started hitting on her, Emily just turned toward me and laid one on my lips.
Claimed me in the sea of testosterone.
So like I said, I wasn’t letting that one go and I’ve been kissing her ever since.If only we could do more of that when between the sheets…
“I’m going to kill someone the first time I administer meds,” she mumbled against my lips.“And you want me to take a break.”
I grinned crookedly against her mouth and stood up again, pushing her head up gently.I dug my fingers into her knot, finding the hair tie, and started to unwind her hair.I learned over the last few months that the regular circle hair ties were the devil, but these fabric things with a tied knot on the end were great.
Emily could only wrap it around her hair twice, too, which made it easier to take out.
Her hair free from the confines of her knot, I gunshot slung the tie across the room—earning me grumbling—and finger combed her hair.I’d always been slightly obsessed with Emily’s hair and it certainly didn’t get any better once I had access to it.
“Take a break,” I repeated when my fingers got to the ends of her blonde tresses.“Your book’s not going anywhere.”
“But I have a test when we get back from break!”
“Yeah, in two weeks.”I let go of her hair and walked around the couch, pushing her book away from her and closing it again.“It’s winter break, Em.Take the holiday off.”
“But—”
I put my fingers over her lips.“Emily.”I lifted my brows, staring her down.“Take a break.”
“I—”
My lips curled up and I shook my head.She just couldn’t stop.“How ‘bout this.You have plans for New Year’s Eve?”
“You know I don’t,” she said against my fingers, causing electrical currents to shoot down my core, my cock twitching behind my zipper.I wasn’t sure if I should take my hand away from her mouth and shake out the tingles in my arm, or keep my hand where it was and beg her to do it again.
Even though we were living together, and hell, catching z’s together, we were pretty much just glorified roommates.
Who kissed and slept together.
It was a different situation, that was for damn sure.
“Well neither do I.”I plopped my ass down on the coffee table, finally moving my hand from her mouth.“I propose,” I started, taking a dramatic pause for effect, “that we stay up on the New Year’s and study.Put the books aside until the thirty-first, Em, and I will study with you for hours, welcoming the new year.”I smiled, pretty damn happy with the plan.
Hell, during her two week break I was going to be getting a lot of one-on-one time with her and I was pretty damn happy aboutthattoo.No distractions of work or school.This could work in my favor.
When she stared at me, not giving me an answer, I lifted a brow.“You know you like studying with me.Admit it.”
I watched as she fought her smile.It ticked up in the corner and she pushed it down, only for it to curl up again shortly after.“I guess that would work.”
“Good.”I slapped my thighs and stood.“’cause we’re heading to Flagstaff tomorrow and your books aren’t allowed to come.Merry Christmas.”With that final statement, I went back to cook her dinner.
2
Emily
Flagstaff?Tomorrow?
The muscle between my eyes was tight and I focused on relaxing my frown before standing and following Rory into the kitchen.“I thought we were driving to San Diego?”
When Rory moved in, I wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen between the two of us.We were friends but more…but still not quiteeverything.He was surprisingly easy to live with and he held up on his end of the bargain, or what he offered when he begged for me to allow him to stay.
He cooked, he cleaned, he grocery shopped.He put the toilet seat lid down and replaced the toilet paper.He even did my laundry,andhung my bras and laid out my shirts that needed to dry flat.We did everything that couples did but have sex and I was pretty sure that was going to be happening sooner than later—sooner if I had a say.There were only so many nights I could go with him wrapped behind me before I decided to take him in his sleep.
