Page 127 of Only Fate

My excuse? It’d have been rude if I made him sleep on the couch when I had plenty of room in my bed. My mom has always said to treat houseguests well.

Plus, he’d probably snore, keeping Tucker awake, who really needs his rest to heal.

My feet pad against the floor, a rush hitting me as Adrian follows me to my bedroom.

He stands in the doorway, waiting for me to change my mind.

The lamp on my nightstand and the TV—volume turned low—are the only light sources.

I open a drawer, snag a tee, and toss it at him. “Put this on.”

He catches the tee, holding it up. “Do you think this’ll fit me? I’d be better off grabbing my shirt from the living room.”

“No way. Outside clothes are not allowed in the bed. It’s an unwritten rule I abide by seriously.”

“Do you have anything sexier I can wear then?”

I roll my eyes.

“Blue tie-dye isn’t exactly my color.”

I roll my eyes again, more dramatically this time.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” He motions toward me.

“Uh, yes?” I tug at the bottom of my tank. “What’s wrong with this?”

“Babe, not that I’m complaining, but your shorts show half your ass.”

“And?” I definitely chose these pajama shorts to mess with him.

Look what you’re missing.

Look what you messed up.

“Does that mean I get shorts that show half my ass?”

“You’re in your boxers!” I throw out my arms toward him. “I seemorethan half your junk.”

He smiles, and as if his cock appreciated my comment, I notice it twitch beneath his briefs.

He whistles. “I think he knows you’re talking about him.”

“Oh my God. Please never refer to your cock asheagain.”

“Do you have a better nickname?” He leans against the doorframe.

“No!”

“You’ve seen him before. I think you’re qualified to grant him a nickname.”

“I swear, I’m losing brain cells having this conversation.”

He strolls into my bedroom, drops my shirt on the dresser, and pats the bed. “All right, I’ll let you sleep on the nickname thing tonight, and you can tell me tomorrow.”

I hold my thumb and pointer finger a few inches apart, and my voice suddenly sounds hoarse. “You’re this close to getting kicked out of my bedroom.”

He chuckles. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

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