Page 35 of Mine Forever
Especially rooms that have a lot of horizontal places.
And I’ll try not to think about the fact that her tight, curvy body will be lying in my bed.
A few moments later, I’m a drowned rat with my clothes plastered to me, pulling her soaking wet rolling suitcase.
When I walk into the kitchen, her mouth drops open. “You’re soaked.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
She’s opening drawers, presumably looking for a hand towel, but manages to throw me a look full of daggers.
“Last drawer on the left.”
She moves to the drawer I gesture to and grabs a few towels before tossing me a couple.
“Thanks.” I pull off my T-shirt and drop it on the floor with a plop.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her gaze following my hand as I dry off my chest. When our stares meet, a pink blush stains her cheeks, and she looks away quickly, furiously wiping down her suitcase.
I smirk and take my time drying off, adding in a little groan here and there.
When she looks back over at me, I grin and she huffs out a breath, shaking her head.
“Thank you for getting that.”
I grunt in lieu of words acknowledging her.
She clears her throat and looks away from me. “Could you show me where I’m staying?”
I rub a hand over my mouth.
When I told Eden—more like demanded, I guess—she was staying with me, I hadn’t really thought it through. All I had been thinking about was her sleeping in her rental and the hurricane carrying her car out into the ocean.
Why do I have the feeling that I’m a dead man walking?
I sigh. “Follow me.”
We reach for the handle of her suitcase at the same time. She frowns.
“I got it. I don’t need your help, Hanover.”
“Just trying to be a good host.”
“I’m perfectly capable of handling my own luggage, thank you. I did manage not to lose it on my way here.”
She puts her hand next to mine on the handle and yanks, trying to dislodge it from my grip.
Some wicked part of me wants to see how far she’ll take this idiotic tug-of-war she started.
I yank back, hard.
“Give me my bag,” she says between gritted teeth, pulling again.
“Are we seriously playing tug-of-war with your bag right now? I’m not in the mood to play games, Eden.”
“Oh, really? Why stop now?”
She shoots, she scores. The woman knows me too well.
