He just grins wider. “Sure there will. You gonna deny me an innocent little kiss from my wife every morning?”
I press my lips together so I don’t smile.
He thinks he’s so fucking cute.
“Well that’s not—” I shake my head, frustration building.
He laughs.
The fucker laughs.
I give up. “Did you forget your pants? I can see the outline of your dick.”
“So?”
“So you need to wear pants.”
“You’re not wearing pants,” he points out. “Besides, it’s like you said the other night about your tits.” He grabs a mug from the cupboard and messes with the espresso machine. “You’ve seen my dick. Not a big deal. Don’t make it weird, babe.”
I huff out an exasperated breath. “Oh, well then I guess we should both walk around naked.”
He pulls his espresso shot, then turns, wearing a grin so big it’s practically begging to be smacked off his face.
“Sure,” he says. “You go first.”
We stare at each other, andGod,I don’t even know what I’m feeling.
Irritated. Turned on. And despite it all… happy.
I’m having fun. Even though he’s pissing me off.
I set my mug on the counter a little too hard. “We have dinner plans tonight at six at my grandparents’ house, by the way. You’ll need to wear something nice.”
“Can’t wait,” he says dryly.
Matt hates going there.
I don’t blame him.
It’s… intense.
“I know.” I swallow. “I’m sorry. I can totally go alone, if you’d rather not.”
He shakes his head. “No. I’d never make you face that alone. I told you I’d go with you when you tell them. I’m coming.” He takes a sip of his coffee, eyes hovering over the rim. “I’m just not excited about it.”
No shit.
I bring my tea to my lips and mutter, “You and me both.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
MATT
I pourmyself a second shot of whiskey and kick it back just as Jordan comes rushing into the kitchen.
“Shit,” she says, stopping just long enough to slip on her heels. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” She fumbles with the straps. “We’re going to be late.”
I calmly pour another shot, only this time, for her.
