She was teasing again and she knew exactly what she was doing.
I unfortunately didn’t.
I was tempting fate.
“Yeah, Sophie, I know exactly what would help.”
My cock jumped at the idea of me getting with the program.
Her head twitched and those goddamned eyes sparked.
What the hell is it about her eyes?
She felt it.
Not that she could miss anything with our lower halves pressed together.
When her lips tipped up into a smile, I braced.
Fortunately, her phone rang before she could say more. Also fortunate—it was across the room, which meant I needed to let her go so she could answer it.
“Get that, baby,” I encouraged. I removed my hands and stepped back.
A grin that looked a helluva lot like a smirk tugged at her mouth as she stepped away.
Seeing that, my sanity snapped. My hand shot out, wrapped around her biceps, pulling her to a stop.
But I waited until my mouth was at her ear before I promised, “If you’re not careful, one day I’m gonna fuck that smirk off your pretty lips.”
Sophie being Sophie was completely unflustered.
I was totally fucked.
All from a kiss.
No, not a kiss—a really great kiss. And pretty eyes, and a bold and confident attitude that turned me inside out. Add in her ass and a heavy dose of drama and I was a goner. Totally and completely in over my head.
So, yeah, I was fucked.
10
“What’s going on with you and Valentine?” Hayden asked.
He was going for nonchalant but I knew him better than to fall for the uninterested tone.
“Nothing.”
“Soph…”
It was my turn to unload the dishwasher. A chore that was not my favorite so I often times procrastinated until as late in the day as I could. Hayden, on the other hand, always unloaded in the morning before he left to go to the gym, or a run, a game of basketball, or whatever else it was that Hayden did with his mornings after he dragged his ass home from working late into the evenings at the bar.
To further procrastinate or perhaps evade my roommate’s prompt for more, I changed the subject.
“Why don’t you ever sleep in?”
“Because there’s life to live and shit to do and I don’t like sleeping my life away no matter how late I get in. You know this. Now, what’s the deal with Valentine?”
Arrg!