She smells like bubble gum with hints of cotton candy.
Why the fuck does she smell so good?
It makes me so mad.
No woman should smell that good.
Especially not her.
She sits rigidly in the passenger’s seat, her phone and keys clutched in her hand. I’m pretty sure she wants to stab me with them.
That’s not going to happen.
I pull up to my house, and her nose turns up.
“Does it have to be so flashy?”
I glance back at my home, a brownstone with three stories right near Keir’s.
“It’s not flashy. Now get out.”
She follows as I stride up the stairs to the front door. Her footsteps are heavy as I push the black door open. Adora comes in behind me, and I feel her scrutinizing glare taking everything in.
“You like the color blue,” she states.
“I do,” I reply as Adora walks into the kitchen and runs her hands over the white marble countertop with a blue backsplash. Black stools sit on one side of the counter and black pendant lights drip from the ceiling. The sliding glass door next to the kitchen leads out to a small outdoor sitting area.
Adora walks to the left and continues her investigation, stopping when she gets to the back of the house. I stare in fascination as her hands run along my books.
She glances back at me. “You need some romance in your life,” she comments as she looks over the titles. “This is all law and finance.”
“I enjoy them.”
She laughs under her breath, then gets to the white library ladder which sits in front of the blue shelving. She turns, sitting her ass on it, and looks up at me as the downlights highlight the books behind her.
“I hate it,” I can hear the lie as she says it.
“You can put your romance books there.” I point to a shelf, and she tries to fight her smile, but it wins.
“Really?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“What about the color?” Chocolate-colored hair flicks across her face as she glances behind her to the shelving.
“The blue stays.”
“I guess I can work with that.” She shrugs, then shoots me a glare straight from the pits of Hell. “I’m not fucking you. You having my body never was, and never will be, a part of this arrangement.”
“If you say so.” I lift a brow, smirking.
“I’m not joking. That’s a hard no.”
I refrain from rolling my eyes.
“You need to have a bridesmaid. Keir will be my best man.”
“My only friend is a guy. I guess he’ll wear a dress for me, though.”