She clears her throat.Did I hit a nerve?
“Shut up. I’m looking at you like, ‘I wonder why he hasn’t left yet?’”
I point to the door as I walk toward it. She blinks a few times, her brows drawing together before she adds, “PS, I don’t care what my sister said. This arrangement is temporary at best. I expect you to get a hotel tomorrow.”
The way she says it with the utmost confidence, as if I’m going to cave, is remarkable. But it’s never happening.
“No,” I level, not turning around. “But I’m happy to set one up for you if you’d like.”
I’m out the door and halfway down the hall as her voice follows me.
“I am absolutelynotgetting a hotel.”
I stop in front of my door, turning my head, our eyes locking. “Then that makes two of us. Text me if you get hungry.”
When people saylooks could kill, they’re describing Evie staring back at me right now. She’s like facing a bear; the only way to survive is to be scarier so it’ll just maim you rather than kill you.
Evie looks me up and down with one glance before she says, “Sure. Hold your breath until I do.”
Yep, there’s a solid chance I’m waking up to a pillow over my face.
“Or maybe I’ll just count the minutes.”
Her eyes grow wide before she slams the door behind her. And that makes me smile.
Round one wasn’t a total success, but it wasn’t a massacre either. And in battle, it’s important to celebrate the small victories.
I walk inside the room meant to be mine, looking down as I notice I’ve been joined by Noah and Goldie’s cat, Princess Peach.
“Are you scared of the mean lady? Come on, you’re safe with me.”
She purrs, letting out those cute crackly cat meows as I toss my shit on the bed and pull out my phone, shooting off a text to Noah.
Me:If I don’t make it through the night, I want you to know that dying by the hand of the woman you could love is poetic. Just promise me I’ll get the last word—make her give my eulogy.
Chapter Five
Evie
My breath catches in the back of my throat as I gasp. My body’s already quivering, and I can’t stop myself from curling my fingers into his shoulders.
“Chase,” I breathe out, arching my back away from the wall as his hot kisses trail down my sternum, between my breasts, and even further toward my belly button.
Goose bumps explode in the wake of lips as his strong hands hold my waist, keeping me in place.
“Please,” I whisper, begging for more because he’s been teasing me all night.
His tongue dips inside my belly button, making my stomach contract and my body shiver before he nips my skin.
I laugh, running my fingers through his messy hair, watching him do it again before he sucks the spot, leaving a deep mark behind. Everything feels like it’s coiling inside of me, ready to explode. And I want him to touch me so bad I can’t concentrate on anything else.
It’s as if he reads my thoughts because he stands in a flash, gripping my waist tighter and spinning us around before he picks me up, dropping my bare ass onto the bed.
I gasp, my palms landing on his chest for balance before they press into the sheets.
My legs are spread as his hands run up the inside of my thighs.
His eyes are locked to mine. “I want to taste you.”
