Page 84 of Love Thy Neighbor

The first weekend we spent at home was perfect. There was nothing that could have ruined that high.

Last weekend, Cooper asked if I wanted to go down the street to the local sports bar with him to watch whatever football team always has him outraged.

I passed, and he stayed home with me.

I know he’s getting antsy, being cooped up in the house. I can tell because I’ve hadThe Vampire Diariesplaying for the last hourandhe’s rubbing my feet without me asking.

He definitely wants something.

“Do you want to grab dinner?”

And there it is.

“And I don’t mean at The Gravy Train,” he adds when I open my mouth.

Dammit. He knows me too well.

He reaches over and pulls my sketchpad down so I’m forced to look at him.

“We could go to Jack’s Box. I know you like their fries,” he says, batting those damn green eyes at me.

“Isn’t the girl supposed to be the one to bat her lashes and get her way?”

“I’m sorry, did you just try to force gender roles on me?”

I pull my sketchpad back up, shaking my head. “Don’t be annoying, Coop.”

“I’m not annoying, just right. And starving.” He squeezes my foot again. “What do you say? Want to go grab dinner at Jack’s and then maybe a few drinks at Lorde’s, do a little dancing? I know how much dancing with me turns you on,” he teases.

“Is this your way of asking me to go out to drinks tonight with you and your co-workers?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re trying to woo me with food to get me to do that?”

“Yep.”

“I really don’t mind if you go by yourself. I trust you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m not worried about that. I’m just worried about you sitting around here being lonely without me.”

I lift a brow at him. “I’ve sat here plenty of nights without you, thank you very much.”

A grin stretches over his lips, and I’ve known him long enough to know it’s hisI’m having very dirty thoughtssmirk.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You…sitting around here without me.” His grin grows. “I bet you masturbated all the time when I wasn’t here, didn’t you?”

Warmth spreads through my cheeks, and he laughs.

I try to kick out of his grip, but it’s no use. He holds me to him.

“What makes you think I don’t still sit around masturbating when you’re not here?”

“Oh, I bet you do. You’re a total horndog. I would know.” He winks. “Just say yes.”

The idea of going out with him doesn’t soundthatawful. And we did have fun the last time we went out.

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