He begins to reply but stops himself, glancing at the guys. “Can I have a moment alone with my girlfriend?”
Will and Kendrick huff and puff but drag their feet out of the apartment. Haze waits for their footsteps to fade down the hall before continuing.
“You can give me as much as your budget allows, then. We’ll figure something out.”
“But they’re only staying for the summer. We don’t actually need that much room. We can get a two-bedroom and put these two in the same room, you know?”
“Are you kidding? I’m not putting them in the same room. If I do, their fat asses will always end up on my couch, and it’s bad enough that they’re living with us for two months.” He does have a point. The boys need their own space.
“You’re not letting this go, are you?”
“Nope.” He grins.
“Why are you so stubborn, Adams?”
“Why are you so stubborn, Kingston?” He steps forward.
“I get it, trust me. It’s amazing. But we could find something a bit less amazing that doesn’t cost an organ.”
Without another word, he sighs, takes my hand, and leads me to the master bedroom at the end of the hall. My eyes travel around the four walls as he closes the door.
“See this room?” He motions to the empty space.
I nod.
“It’s isolated. Away from the others. Perfect for what I have in mind.”
I frown. “And what is that?”
He smiles as though he finds my question adorable and fills the remaining space between us with one step. His hands start at my shoulders, skitter down my arms, and stop on my waist. My breath catches in my lungs when he grips my hips and jerks my body to his. I blink at him, taken aback, and he leans forward until his mouth hovers near my ear.
“You know… a bit of you screaming my name, a lot of me stripping you down. That sort of thing.”
My eyes widen.
“Oh.” I can feel my tinted cheeks burn. I like the sound of that.
He pulls away. “I’m not fucking moving into an apartment where I can’t have you whenever I want. I don’t care if they’re here.”
I clear my throat, too affected for my liking. “Even if I agree to getting the place, you think I’m going to say yes to all those things?”
“I know you’ll say yes.” He flashes a cocky grin, his gaze dropping to my mouth as he leans in. “Actually, you’ll say it over.” He leans in a bit more. “And over.” Then so close our lips are almost touching. “And over again.”
Oh, for God’s sake. Calm down, ovaries.
Eager, I surrender to the need and go in for the kiss he’s been dangling in front of my face, but he stops me, pressing a finger to my lips. It feels like invisible strings are drawing us together, and the longer he denies me, the more my body aches for him.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“What?”
“You know what.”
“But… what if we break up?” My words instantly upset him. Annoyance twists his features.
“Don’t think like that. That’s not going to happen.”
“But—”