him on the back. “Proud of you. Growing up so fast.”
Nolan shrugs his hand off, scowling at him. “Shut the fuck up and get those spirit sticks to your girlfriend before she really does kill you and I have to help her bury the body.”
“Aw. You’d do that for her?”
“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to say aw about your own murder,” I point out.
“Nah. Just means my boy here loves my girl.” He pats Nolan’s chest. “Holy shit—that means there is a heart in there. I knew it!”
“Dean…” Nolan growls.
“All right, all right. I’m leaving. Try to keep your hands to yourselves, you crazy kids.”
He winks at us, and it sends my heart into overdrive as he waltzes away whistling.
I whirl on Nolan as soon as he’s gone.
“What did that mean? Do you think he saw us?”
“I don’t know.” Nolan shrugs. “Who the hell knows what Dean is saying half the time.”
“He was standing there when you…” I trail off, knowing he’s aware of what I’m referring to.
“Even if he did see something, he won’t say anything.”
I chew on my bottom lip, not so sure.
Nolan reaches over, using his thumb to pluck my lip from between my teeth. “Stop that. I don’t want them all chewed on when I’m kissing them later.” I grin at that. “Don’t worry about it, okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
My head gets the memo, but my heart doesn’t.
14
Nolan
We haven’t come up for air all week long.
With Sam at his dad’s, Maya hasn’t had to sneak out of my bedroom in the wee hours of the morning, and I can’t say I’m sad about it.
I’ve never been so excited to wake up with her lying next to me.
I’m trying really fucking hard to not think about that fact too much.
“You know,” she says, head on my chest as she runs her fingers through the hair there, “we should probably actually go furniture shopping at some point so you have something when I move out. I don’t want to leave you empty-handed when I take my couch back, and you really should get a kitchen table for whenever you have guests over.”
I don’t ever have guests over.
Hell, other than Dean (and River because they’re attached at the fucking hip), I haven’t had another person in my apartment in the few months I’ve lived here. I never had anyone over when I lived at my old place, and not because it was too small.
Inviting someone into your living space is intimate. It’s showing them a side of you that’s literally locked behind a closed door.
If she’s hinting at me bringing women back here after we’re done doing whatever this is, she’s way off the mark.
Instead, I say, “I think that’s a good idea.”
“Do you want to go now?”
No.
Honestly, I just want to stay in bed with her all day.
Sam comes home from his dad’s tomorrow, and we’ll have to go back to being careful.
I like not being careful and want to take advantage of it.
“We can grab lunch on our way there. I think I could use some fuel anyway.”
Food does sound good. “I’m down.”
Neither of us moves to get up, and we laugh at our laziness.
Finally, Maya pushes off my chest, sitting up to stare down at me. The blanket pools around her hips, baring her tits to me.
Unable to stop myself, I reach up, pulling an already beaded nipple into my mouth.
She groans, her hand finding my head. She runs her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer as I flatten my tongue over her. Her grip tightens, and I know it’s getting to her like we didn’t just fuck.
She tugs at my hair. “We should take a break.”
I peer up at her. “Is that what you really want?”
“No, but I am starving.”
Her stomach gurgles, and I chuckle, relenting. “All right, I see your point. We’ll recharge and reconvene later.”
“You go shower first, then I’ll take one. I can just let my hair air dry.”
“Or—and hear me out—we shower together.”
Her lips form an O, surprised by my suggestion.
For some reason unknown to me, despite seeing every inch of one another over the last few weeks, we’ve not once showered together. Even though I’ve never showered with someone else before, it seems silly to continue to keep taking separate ones.
“Unless you’re not comfortable with that…”
Her eyes drop to the bed and she picks at an invisible fuzzy. “It’s just…my ex was always weird about it. I used to sneak in there with him, trying to be the sexy,