Page 23 of Summer Kisses

Her forehead wrinkled. "I think so."

I grabbed the box tape and secured the flaps.

I heard her footsteps on the stairs, and I forced myself to keep my attention on the task at hand. As much as I enjoyed seeing her in her pajamas, it would soon be commonplace since she was moving into my house.

I packed the boxes in the truck, and when I came back inside for another trip, she said, "My bedroom is packed up too."

"We're going to have to leave your bedroom stuff. Dalton hasn't officially moved out yet."

"Does that mean I'll have to sleep with you in your bed?" Her voice was practically a squeak.

I grinned at her. "I think you meant to say you get to sleep with me."

"Yay!" she said weakly.

"I promise I don't snore, and I enjoy cuddling."

She snorted. "That should be on your dating-app summary."

"What would yours say?" I asked as she moved through the living room, checking for anything she forgot.

She tapped her chin. "Mmm. Loves to read and a clean freak."

"Dalton was not a clean freak, so I have some work to do this weekend."

She shrugged. "I don't mind."

"It will be different living with you. Two guys living together can be messy."

"I'll whip you into shape in no time. You'll be washing dishes and putting away your shoes before you know it. I'll train you for your real fiancée."

I wanted to say she was my real fiancée, but that wasn't the truth. Far from it. "It will be nice living together. You won't have to drive to my place to walk Max, and you can fall asleep on my couch watching movies. I'll carry you to bed."

"That does sound nice. I've never lived with anyone since college." Her voice trailed off.

I heard the roar of an engine. "Someone's here. I'll grab the boxes from your bedroom."

"I'll let them in."

When she approached, I touched her chin, lifting it so her gaze met mine. "It's going to be fine."

She pursed her lips. "I hope so."

I kissed her softly. When the knock sounded, I pulled back, my heart pounding from the brief contact.

The knock sounded again, louder this time.

Her eyes were wide. "I'd better get that before they break down the door."

I let out a breath, a little off kilter from that kiss, and jogged up the stairs. I heard the door open, their murmured conversation. I paused at the doorway to her bedroom. It was all pink ruffles and flowers, decidedly feminine. How would she like living in my masculine bedroom? I might need to let her makeover my room so she'd be more comfortable.

I opened her nightstand drawer to ensure that it was emptied, and my heart stuttered when I saw the hot-pink-and-white device inside. I couldn't close that drawer fast enough.

Would she use that vibrator in my bed? Would she want me to assist her? Beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

"Where do you want us to start?" Shep asked, and I startled.

I moved away from the nightstand, hoping no one else would open the drawer. "I didn't hear you come up the stairs."

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