I kissed her hard before taking a bite of my steak. “You take care of that, Dimples. Whatever you want. Whatever colors. I don’t care.”
“But what about your pillows?” she asked with a pout.
“I trust your judgment.”
A sly gleam filled her eyes. “What if I buy everything in pink and purple?”
“I’m sure Emerson will enjoy that when Mia brings her to visit.”
“You won’t get mad?” She lifted a skeptical brow.
“I told you. Whatever you want. I won’t get mad.” I leaned in to run my tongue over the shell of her ear. “Especially if you’re going to be sleeping beside me next weekend.”
Chapter 23
Shaw
Using my key, I unlocked Jagger’s apartment and then picked up the box of decorations I’d placed on the floor to open the door. Beside me, Violet made a noise as she rearranged her own box of supplies in her hands.
“Next time, we bring one of the guys so they can carry all the heavy stuff,” she complained as she blew a few strands of her hair out of her already sweaty face. “I feel like Jags only went to his meeting so he didn’t have to use his muscles.”
Laughing, I entered the apartment and dropped the box beside the couch. She dumped her own, the heavy thing landing with a loud thud before she kicked it and then pulled her hair into a tight ponytail. The party wasn’t until tomorrow night, but I was bored—and yeah, missing him—so I’d talked Violet into packing enough clothes for the entire weekend and picked her up.
I hadn’t told Jagger we were going to be decorating for the party, or that we were spending the night, since he was so busy. I told Mom where we would be if she needed me, and she only told me to have fun. She hadn’t even blinked when I’d told her the week before that I was going to be spending the night at Jagger’s place after his party.
For some reason, I got the feeling she and Dad were on board with the two of us being together, and it made me wonder if my lingering fear over being with Jagger was warranted. If my parents thought it was okay, maybe I didn’t have anything to worry about after all.
For the next hour, Violet and I put up decorations then ordered some dinner. The fridge wasn’t stocked with anything but water and diet soda, so I made a grocery delivery order as well and then plopped down on the couch in the living room with my bestie. Violet was already showered and changed into pajamas even though it was barely seven. She grumbled about the lack of something to watch on television, so we switched to Netflix instead.
When the doorbell rang, announcing our food had arrived, I jumped up to get it. The delivery guy stood there with our Mexican food, but his eyes were on something else. He had a startled look on his face, and his mouth was gaping open.
Frowning, I stuck my head out the door to see what was going on. A woman dressed in workout gear was standing in the hall outside one of the other apartments. The door was open, and she had one foot inside. Her dark hair was pulled into a chic ponytail, and her face was slightly flushed as if she’d been warming up already.
I put her in her midtwenties, with a body to die for considering how her yoga pants molded to her ass and thighs. She had on a sports bra that crisscrossed on the back but did a hell of a job of holding her tits in place should she actually start running. She had a sun-kissed tan, and when she turned to look in our direction, I noticed she had the fullest lips I’d ever seen.
“Hi,” she greeted as she closed her apartment door and walked toward me. “You must be the new neighbor.” She glanced at the delivery guy, who was still holding my bag of food, then to me.
I took the food from him. “Thanks,” I told him, and he finally snapped out of his daze. Blinking, the guy swallowed half a dozen times, shot the woman a leering look, then headed for the elevator. Rolling my eyes at his retreating back, I offered her my hand. “I’m Shaw.”
“Kayla,” she supplied, shaking my hand. “My girlfriend and I have only lived here about a year. But it’s a cool enough place. Sorry we haven’t been over to introduce