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Jacqueline laughed a little hysterically into my shoulder, before squeezing me in her hug once more, “Yeah, that sounds nice.” We stood there for a moment before Jacqueline pulled away and broke the hug again. She waved her hands over her face to dry the tears that dared to escape her eyes during that emotional moment, and I laughed as I used my sweatshirt sleeve to do the same.

“It would make things a little easier, though,” Jacqueline smiled as she dabbed her wet cheeks with the back of her hand, “If you refrained from writing erotica about coworkers going forward.”

I cackled, embarrassed and thrilled that I was able to have this conversation with Jacqueline. How this could be something we could all laugh about going forward, instead of having it haunt me and potentially ruin my life, or someone else’s.

“Oh god,” I shook my head as I laughed, my hands holding my cheeks to contain my grin, “I learned my lesson. That’s for damn sure.”

ChapterTwenty-Nine

ZAID

“You’re telling me,”Signe stepped in front of me, matching my pace and walking backward so she could give me her playful narrow-eyed look, “That you wouldn’t even consider starring in a hypothetical movie adaptation?”

I chuckled and shook my head, allowing her to continue her backward walk down the hallway of my building, “Absolutely not,” I reached out to grab her hand before she walked past my door, typing in the code to unlock it, “I’m not meant for the big screen.”

“Have you looked in a mirror recently?” Signe asked, “There’s a reason you got written into my book. But fine, would you at least consider narrating the audiobook? I know from personal experience it’ll do well. ‘I need you, I’ll die without you’. Ugh, I can see the download numbers now.” Her deep voice mimicking my own made me lower my head to laugh at her theatrics, holding the door open for her to walk through.

“Do you really want readers to hear me read your words…” I paused, closing the door behind me as I turned to face her, toeing off our shoes in the entryway, “Or would you like to keep all the dirty things I say to you between us.”

She froze what she was doing, her clear hazel eyes widening as she looked up at me. One of her hands was braced on the wall from taking off her shoes without bending down.

After a tense moment, a grin spread across her luscious lips, “That’s a good point. I want you all to myself.”

I grinned back at her, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged out of her jacket and hung it up on one of the hooks, before stepping towards me to help me out of mine.

I exhaled at the feel of her hands brushing past my shoulders as she took my jacket and hung it up right next to hers.

“That’s a relief,” I sighed, walking up behind her and pressing a kiss behind her ear. She turned around and laced her arms around my neck, stretching up on her toes to kiss my lips. I groaned; my body was still not quite used to being so intimate with her. I shifted my hips, letting her know exactly what she did to me.

Signe pressed her hips against me in response, making me wonder if we’d actually get around to eating dinner tonight like we’d planned, before she whispered against my mouth, “Are we gonna do it in Captain America’s bed?”

I chuckled and gave her ass a light slap in reprimand, “I will let you decorate my bedroom however you like, Ms. Lange,” I lowered my voice to that tone that I knew drove her crazy. I used my hold to encourage her to wrap one of her legs around me, so that I could grip her thigh, letting me grind up against her.

“I’m not against doing it in a condensed version of Comic-Con,” Signe giggled after I peppered more kisses on her lips, “But like… how permanent is it?”

“Probably until Zeki doesn’t care about superheroes anymore.”

I was dragging my lips on her jaw when I replied, and Signe made a choked sound that made me stop what I was doing and immediately pull back to see what was wrong.

Her eyes were wide, and her bottom lip was out, and I was so confused.

“What?” I asked.

“You can’t be serious,” Signe somehow widened her eyes even more at me, “You decorated your room like that to impress your three-year-old nephew?”

I lifted one shoulder, smiling at her reaction to such a thing, “He’ll be four soon,” I added, kissing her cheek because I swore, I was addicted to kissing her, “That room is the vision of a man in his thirties with no girlfriend and no eye for design, who really wanted to make his nephew smile every time he came over.”

“Oh my god,” she reached up to grab the back of my neck, taking a turn to pepper kisses all over my face, “I love you so much I think I might explode.”

“Maybe we should actually take this to the bedroom then,” I caught her lips with mine, savoring the feel of her warm mouth underneath mine, when I suddenly heard the beeping sound of someone typing in a code to the front door, “What the—” Suddenly the door flew open, smacking into my back and squishing me and Signe against the wall.

“Bisbous!” I heard my mother’s voice, making my own eyes widen in alarm as I panicked with the knowledge that I was just dry-humping Signe before she intruded.

“Mama, what are—” the door pulled back, and to my horror, both of my sisters and my parents were now filing into my apartment. Everyone carrying bags of groceries, except for Raina, who had pulled the front door closed and revealed Signe and me. Signe, who still had her one leg wrapped around my waist.

“Oh shi—” Signe scrambled off of me, her own face turning beet red just as I felt my own embarrassment coat my skin.

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