Page 63 of Only for Tonight
“We fucking are.” I snort. “Fuck, are we ever.” I lean back into the couch and pull her with me. She puts her knees beside my hips as she sits on me. “No fucking complaints there.”
“Well, that’s good to know.” She puts her hands on my chest.
“I’ve never, ever lived with someone before,” I admit to her, “never really wanted to.”
“Same,” she says softly. “Well, what if we don’t get along?” She avoids looking at me.
“What if we do?” I counter her, watching her eyes on her fingers.
“What if I annoy you?” She smirks and then looks up. “What if you annoy me? That’s more likely to happen than me annoying you.”
“Then you communicate with me why I’m annoying you and we work on it.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Why not?” I laugh. “Why are you making it harder than it has to be?”
“I don’t know, it’s just too fucking easy.”
“Ariella,” I say her name, “nothing about you is easy.”
“I slept with you the first night,” she reminds me and I nod.
“Yeah, you did.” I wink at her. “That was a good fucking night. What do you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what do you want from a relationship?”
“I want to laugh,” she starts.
“We laugh all the time. Next.”
“I want him to respect me.”
“I’m not even going to say anything because if you don’t think I respect you, then this conversation is over.”
“Okay, fine, you show me respect.”
“Next.”
“Honesty,” she adds. “You were not honest.”
“When?” I huff out. “When the fuck wasn’t I honest?”
“When I said we’re friends.”
“You literally walked away from me and barfed your brains out, so was I supposed to be like, ‘by the way, we’re more than friends’?”
“Touché.” She grins. “Shared values,” she says and I laugh. “Fine,” she finally gives in, almost unwillingly. “You have everything I want in a relationship, but what about you?”
“What about me?”
“What do you want?”
“I want a woman who’s smoking hot,” I begin as I move my hands to her ass again. “Check.” She rolls her eyes at me. “I want a woman who cares about my family and is okay with me being so close to them. Check again.” She smiles. “I want a woman who is with me because she likes me and not because of what I do or what that I can get them on a red carpet. Check again.” I move one hand to make a check mark in the air. “I want a woman who is going to call me out on my bullshit and not be scared to talk to me about things. That’s a half check, you need to work on that.”
“Am I not communicating with you right now?”
