Killer Crush - Ella Goode Page 0,21

I preferred that, but hearing her talk makes me happy. I’m going to record her at some point so that when we’re not together, I can play her voice as the soundtrack. Better than any music, that’s for damn sure.

When we get to my apartment, my stomach is grumbling. “How about steak and eggs?”

“Steak for breakfast?” Her face lights up. “I like that idea.”

Upstairs, the door to my apartment is open. Is the party still going on? I take my glasses off and tuck them inside my shirt pocket. With one hand, I push Quinn behind me. There’s a bottle lying on the ground. I pick it up and use my shirt to muffle the sound of glass breaking as I fashion the bottle into a weapon.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her hand clutching the back of my shirt.

“Nothing.” There’s no one that can stand a chance against me. It’s not bragging to say it. It’s the truth. I creep forward with the bottle gripped in one hand. The end is sharp enough that I can slash through a carotid artery. We’re fine. We’re going to be just fine.

A body moves at the entrance. I pull back my arm and then...lower it.

“Flip.”

“Dude. What time is it?” He digs his knuckles into his eyes.

“It’s almost ten,” Quinn chirps.

“Fuck. I had a study meeting this morning.” Flip squints at me. “Hey, you got some deliveries. We were hungry and thought it might be food, but it was just...socks and a toaster. Nice green though. Really brightens up the place.” He looks me over. “Mind if I keep the clothes? I’m thinking the all black look makes me look like a ninja assassin.” He strikes a pose.

Quinn muffles a giggle. I let the bottle drop from my hand. “Sure. Keep the clothes.”

“You can keep mine. Looks like she liked them.” He waggles his eyebrows.

I glance down at the bottle. I could kill Flip and I don’t think the world would suffer at all. Unfortunately, Quinn’s with me. She might not be ready for that. I pull out my glasses and slip them on. “See you later, Flip.”

I don’t wait for a response. I pull Quinn into the apartment and shut the door in his face. The place looks like a disaster and smells like a brewery. “Let’s eat out.”

“Oh my God, no. We’re cleaning this place up,” Quinn commands. “You make me a steak and I’ll gather up the trash.”

And that’s what we do.

Chapter Fourteen

Quinn

“Look what the cat dragged in.” I look up from my phone as I pull my keys out of the new fancy front door lock that Daman installed a few weeks ago. I find Trin sitting on the sofa pulling her shoes on.

“Sorry.” I cringe, feeling bad. I have been pretty MIA around here for the past few weeks. Daman’s bed is way bigger and he has a huge bathtub. One with jets in it that do more than only soothe your muscles. It was hard to say no when he asked me to stay the night. Which happened to be every night since we were first together.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m only messing with you.” She smiles, standing up. “I can’t say I blame you.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me. I feel my face warm. Being casual about the whole having sex thing is new to me. For as much as we’ve had it at this point I shouldn't be shy about it.

“Class?” I ask as she pulls a hoodie on over her head before fixing her hair.

“Yeah. Same shit different day.”

“No new guy on the hook for you?” I drop my own bag down by the door. She shrugs, looking bored at the idea. She must be in one of her no-men phases. I don’t see this lasting very long.

“Before I forget, I wanted to mention that the handyman got pissy about the new lock. It’s safe to say he hates the new boyfriend you’ve got.” She comes over, grabbing her bag for class. Her comment strikes me as odd because why would the handyman care? How the hell did he even notice that we had a new one?

“What’s wrong with the lock?” I look back at the door.

“Landlord has to have a key. I guess we aren’t supposed to change the locks ourselves. Some kind of policy they have.” She rolls her eyes. “I got a copy of mine and gave it to him so he’d leave me alone. That man is relentless.”

I’ve never given much thought