My eyes drop to his lips, my heart beating faster when his tongue peeks out and wets them.
“Kinsley?” he rasps, forcing my gaze back to his.
“Yeah?”
“This is our floor.”
I laugh and grab his hand as I back out of the elevator, his face flushed and chest heaving.
“Wanna know a secret?” I goad as I continue backward down the hall.
“I don’t know if I can handle anything else today,” he says, and I don’t think he’s joking.
“Idefinitelywould have let you kiss me.”
Royce groans, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling as I unlock my door and hold it open for him.
“This is the weirdest Thursday of my life.”
I think he honestly believes that, and whether it’s because of the tension in the elevator or just because I can, I push him back against the door the second it closes and swallow his grunt as I press my lips against his.
They’re soft but firm, yielding to me as I slip my tongue into his mouth, his messenger bag making it awkward and preventing me from fitting myself against him.
One hand still holds his coffee cup, and the other moves from my elbow to my lower back and then to my arm again like he’s not sure where he’s supposed to touch me.
“Better?” I murmur against his lips as I pull back enough to meet his gaze. His eyes are glassy and his lips are swollen, and I want to bite the bottom one to see if he likes it.
If he’d grunt and pull me back against him.
“What?”
“You said this is the weirdest Thursday of your life, and I want to know if kissing me made it better.”
His head falls with an audible thud against the door and he chuffs out a laugh. “It’s probably more weird.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Roy…”
“What? You kissed me.” He shrugs one shoulder and lets it drop. “I’m having a fangirl moment.”
Laughing, I spin and walk to the couch, dropping down onto the cream-colored sofa and patting the cushion next to me.
“Fangirl over here so we can order food. I’m starving.”
“Ma’am, yes, ma’am.”
4
ROYCE
“Idon’t get it.”
“Why is it so hard to believe?”
“Because you’re you and I’m me.”
“See, Roy? That’s your first problem. Putting yourself down.”
Kinsley and I have been in her apartment for an hour now, take-out containers littering her coffee table as she stares at me and sits cross-legged on her couch. She’s so damn pretty, with long black hair and bright green eyes that have flecks of something that sparkle when the light hits them just right.
