fear she might face-plant on the floor.
I take a few bags from her and she looks up, but she’s eye to eye with my dick. My morning wood, to be exact.
Fuck, I forgot about that. I’m still getting used to having a woman living with us. It’s like a Christmas morning surprise every time I walk out of my room and see Kamea.
“So sorry.” She stands erect and turns her head as far from me as she can.
“No, I should be sorry.” I set the bags I took from her on the counter before heading back into my room to put on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt rather than stay in my boxers. When I emerge, she’s busy putting away the groceries. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. It’s your apartment. You can walk around however you want.” She puts the organic milk in the fridge, along with her tofu. She’s already replaced the eggs since we ran out yesterday.
“Then feel free to walk around in your bra and underwear,” I joke. If she does that, my morning wood is gonna look more like granite.
She giggles. “Yeah, right.”
I unpack the groceries, checking out what this woman eats. Not much that I would consume, that’s for sure.
“You don’t have to help. I got this.” She takes a cereal box out of my hands.
“It’s okay. I don’t have much else to do. I can’t sleep.”
“I have no idea how you handle that overnight shift. I’d be parking my car in an alley and falling asleep during it.” She folds up her reusable grocery bags and puts them all in the biggest one.
“I’m not really used to it yet. We switch our shifts every quarter, and this is my least favorite.”
Her eyes meet mine for the first time. “I can see that.”
She heads to her room, but I need to tell her something, so I turn around. “I might have one more place we can look for Leilani. Her court date is coming up quick, so if you’re cool with it, we can do it this weekend?”
“You know what, it’s fine. I’m fine. If she comes back, great. If she doesn’t, then I’ll manage.”
I tilt my head, not understanding why she’d be okay losing out on the money.
“But do you think you could come to my old apartment in Peekskil and help me get some of my things from my the building manager’s?”
“Do you want to go now?”
Her eyes light up. “Really?”
“Definitely.” I might not be able to find Leilani for her, but I can help her get some of her stuff here so she’s more comfortable. “I’m starved though. Mind heading to this pizza place I know of first?”
She glances at the clock. “Sure. Yeah, I have to make something for girls’ night, but I have plenty of time.”
“I’ll just shower quick and then we’ll go.”
It might be the quickest shower of my life. When I emerge, she’s sitting in front of our television with her laptop on her legs as usual. She really is a workaholic, and I’d offer to pay for that bulk order of shirts if I thought she’d accept them.
Jax walks in as I step out of the bathroom without a shirt. Have you ever put on a shirt in a steam-filled bathroom? It’s not so I can watch Kamea do a double-take at my torso. But Jax whistles, and I shake my head.
“You two going out on a date?” Jax walks into his room and comes out with a book. “I forgot my sketchbook.”
Kamea swivels around in the chair, her interest piqued.
I disappear into my room and grab a shirt and sweater since the weather is shitty. When I come back, she’s sitting on the couch, her legs tucked under her, and Jax is telling her about some of the tattoo sketches in his book. Bragging about his Instagram following and how he’s well-known in the tattoo world. Kamea eats it up, and I think back to the other day at Adrian’s. I’m not sure Kamea would even entertain dating me if I wanted to date her. Jax might be more her type now.
“Ready?” I ask.
Jax shuts the book and stands. “Where are you two off to?”
“We’re going to pick up my stuff from my old landlord’s,” Kamea says.
“But first we’re stopping at Slices of Heaven.”
Jax digs into his pocket for his wallet, as I knew he would. It’s been a favorite of ours forever. “Two slices of sausage?”
I pocket the money. “It might not be hot