“Less,” I argued. “Definitely less.”
“I forgot to unlock the door.” He glanced at it. “Sorry about that.”
“No worries.” I waved him off as I went to my bag and pulled out a pair of socks and a bra. I tugged on the socks and pulled off my tank top.
“Turn around,” Curt ordered.
“Sorry, man,” I replied, keeping my back to him as I put my bra on. I picked up my tank top and turned. “I don’t take orders outside of bed.”
“I’m still in bed.”
“I see that.” I walked to the foot of the bed, grabbed the comforter and top sheet, and yanked them to the floor.
“What the fuck?” he asked with a laugh.
“If I have to be up, so do you.”
“Oh, that’s how it is?”
“You kept me up all night.”
“You weren’t complaining.”
“True.” I let my eyes linger as I looked him over. I’d tasted nearly every inch of that body.
My mouth watered.
“You think we have a few minutes?” he asked huskily.
“No,” I replied, moving toward the door. “Come on.”
Finn was no longer outside the door when I opened it, but I could hear all the kids downstairs. Shutting off the lights in every room as I passed them because apparently my children were incapable, I followed the sound of their voices. Dylan was sitting at the kitchen table, and Jesse was perched on the counter when I entered the room.
“We were going to go to Charlie’s coffee shop,” Jesse greeted. “I would’ve brought you some.”
“We’ve got coffee here, Jess,” I chided. “Where’s Finn?”
“In the pantry,” they replied dryly. “Trying to decide which cereal he wants.”
“We only bought two kinds.”
Jesse shrugged. “We only have drip coffee,” they reminded me. “It’s not the same.”
“I also don’t have a job yet,” I reminded them, shooting a look over my shoulder as I opened the pantry.
“I wanted a breakfast bagel,” Finn informed me, standing with his arms crossed.
“So you’re hiding in the pantry to prove your point?” I asked curiously.
“No. I like it in here.”
“Okay, weirdo.” I gestured him out. “Grab some cereal.”
When I turned out of the pantry, Curtis appeared.
“Late night?” Dylan asked with a laugh.
My stomach churned.
