“You looked so peaceful, I didn’t have the heart.”
Fuck. He’s so goddamn adorable. How the hell am I supposed to stay mad at that?
“I have to take a flight to attend my cousin’s boxing match,” he continues. “Also need to catch up on classes and have lunch with my mom, among other things.”
“Are you offering excuses right now?”
“No, just telling you what I’m doing today.” He pauses, and I can hear him swallowing, then he hesitates. “Unless you don’t want me to do that?”
I remain silent, not really sure what the fuck he means.
“Didn’t you use to send me all these updates?” he continues, his tone still careful. “I thought you’d want me to do the same.”
Oh.
“Oh!” I say out loud, grinning, as I fall back on the bed, sprawling out on it. “Yeah, that’s good. I want a full damn report.”
“I’ll try my best.”
He sounds serious. Fuck. He can be so fucking cute for a grumpy asshole.
“In return, you will not be putting your dick anywhere near other people, Yulian.”
“Love the jealousy.”
“I’m serious. You’re well aware that I don’t fuck people who fuck other people. If you’re mine, you’llonlybe mine.”
“You’ll have to be around often to satisfy my raging libido, then, baby. Once every two weeks won’t cut it.”
“How about every weekend?”
Hmm. I’d rather every day, but I’ll take what I can get. And because of fucking Cy’s words, I’m conscious of not letting loose or sounding desperate, so I release an affirmative sound.
“I’ll send you the address and mail you the keys,” he says.
“What address and keys?”
“A small place I’m getting. Just be there this weekend.”
I flop onto my stomach. “You got us a place, baby?”
“Yes, and?”
“Nothing, just glad you’re always ten steps ahead.”
“One of us has to be.” He pauses. “I have to go. We’re taking off. Will text when I arrive.”
My shoulders drop. “Okay.”
“Don’t cause trouble.”
“Ha. Iamtrouble.”
“Yulian…” he warns, but I hear the suppressed laughter in his voice.
“Speaking of trouble, I’m sorry for whatever bullshit Cy told you. He spent years bailing my ass out of all sorts of shit, so he kind of feels responsible for me or something. He’s also my only friend, so I’m kind of stuck with the damn dude. So maybe, like, don’t get into a fight with him.”
“He’s your friend. I won’t hurt him,” he says in a calm tone, but his voice deepens, sounding guarded.
