“Tomorrow?”
“Let’s do it.”
“Have you told Mom and Dad yet?” Nash caressed the side of Adalyn’s arm, over and over. Apparently, the need to touch never faded between true mates.
“No. I was waiting to find out if I still had a place to live. On a completely unrelated note, Niall, I ran into Farrah on my way here.”
“Who’s Farrah?”
I smacked his arm. “You’re awful.”
When no smile crept over his lips, I realized he was serious. “Wait. You really don’t remember her?”
He pointed to himself. “Concussion victim here.”
My eyes went wide in concern.
Nash snorted. “Don’t fall for that. He just screws too many women to keep them straight.”
“You just scared the living shit out of me,” I hissed.
“Sorry, Nik. So which one’s Farrah?”
“Black hair. Green eyes. Almost my height.”
“Hmm. I never remember eye color, and I’ve been with a lot of dark-haired chicks.”
“Bangs.”
“Ah.”
I could tell he’d fit the name with the one-night stand.
“So, what about Farrah?”
“She wants to ask you out.”
He frowned.
“But she wanted me to feel out whether you’d be interested in a relationship first.”
“Nope.”
I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but I supposed it beat rejection from the source. “Can I ask why not?”
“Because I don’t want to be tied down.”
“So it’s not her?”
“Nah. She’s chill. And hot. If I had to date someone, I might just get with her.”
“Niall’s scared one day he’ll be trapped by a mating bond.” Adalyn played with a button on Nash’s flannel shirt. “So he’s milking his sexual independence.”
“Imagine that, Niall.” Nash tightened his arms around Adalyn. “Sex with the same person for the rest—of—your—life.”
Niall’s dimples were back. “Dude, you’re gonna give me anxiety.”
I laughed while Niall twisted around to cop a look at Farrah. “She interested in a second-night stand by any chance? My hands aren’t at their greatest but my mouth still works fine.”
