bag and keep some of your shit over here?” he asked.
I reached for the belt and started threading it through the loops. “Dude, I’m not moving in with you,” I told him, sounding like a complete grump.
“Dude. Not yet anyway,” he replied.
I glared at him, and he glared right back at me.
I went back to this getting-dressed business.
“So…” he said.
I looked up at him while cinching the belt around me. “So?”
“So, next month we have this gig in LA, right?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?” That was one of my da’s favorite lines.
“Tellin’ you. It’s the House of Horrors Halloween concert—”
“No shit! We watch that every year! Only the best fucking bands play that show.”
He started cracking up. “You’re too cute. We’re headlinin’ it.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I shouted, my face splitting into a huge smile. “I get to see my boyfriend on TV again!”
“Actually, you won’t.”
My eyebrows were trying to crawl up into my hairline. “They’re not televising it this year?”
“Of course they are. But you’ll be there. We got the finalization for everythin’ yesterday, so I figured if I told you today, you could arrange your schedule around it. I’m sure X has told Alys already, so you should call Lili and tell her she’s comin’, too.”
Stunned, I blinked and stared at him for a few seconds.
He’s taking my two best friends and me to LA for the House of Horrors concert. My boyfriend, Phil fucking Deveraux, is taking me to LA.
“Oh my God, Phil!” I shouted. “Are you fucking serious?”
His face split into the Lady Killer, dimples punching deep and white teeth flashing. “Fuck yeah, I’m fuckin’ serious. We got the hotel and flight booked—”
“Oh my God!” I danced in place like a dork before launching myself into his arms. “Shut the fuck up!”
He busted out in surprised laughter, tightly wrapping his arms around me. “Get used to it. I’m takin’ you with me wherever I go.”
Bouncing in his arms—I was that psyched—I shouted, “This is so cool!”
“I didn’t know you were such a girl,” he said, laughing, and lifting me so that my legs wrapped around his waist.
“Me neither!” I squealed. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
Giving me a smiling quick kiss, he said, “You’re very welcome.” His hands squeezed my ass, pulling me into him. “Do we have time for—”
“No, we don’t. I already gave up yoga this morning to bang your brains out. I need coffee, and I need to get my ass over there pronto. I might be late as it is.”
“We,” he growled. “We need to get our asses over there pronto, woman. It’s you and me now, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Hey,” he said softly. “What is it?”
Heaving a sigh, I replied, “Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s just…this past week has been awesome, and I don’t want it to end, you know? I used to like going to work, seeing my patients and my coworkers. But after spending all this time with you, I’m annoyed that I have to return to reality when all I want to do is fuck you constantly, and it’s pissing me off.”
His eyes went wide as I told him this, and then he busted out laughing again.
“Hush.” I lightly slapped his chest.
His head dipped, and he captured my lips for another sweet kiss.
“I want to fuck you constantly, too.” His lips tickled against mine. “If I could, I’d spend every wakin’ hour buried deep inside you—”
“Not helping, babe.”
“Makin’ you come and scream out my name—”
“Phil!”
“Yeah, sorta like that, but all sexy with those hot fuckin’ moans you make. I’d be screamin’ your name, too. Don’t worry—”
“Stop it!” I hissed, smacking his chest again, a little bit harder this time.
Grinning wickedly, he informed me, “I got a chub.”
“I mean it! It’s not funny!”
His face morphed into his pissed off features.
Great, now, I’m even more turned on.
He said, “Do you want to quit your job and move in with me then?”
Yes! “No!”
I unraveled myself from around him, but he didn’t let me go.
“You wanna pack a bag of your shit and have it over here?”
Sighing in defeat, I dropped my forehead to his chest. “Yeah, all right. Maybe Friday.”
“Tonight.”
“Friday.”
“Tonight.”
“Friday! I’m working all next week. I want to sleep in my own bed!”
He grunted. “Then, I’ll pack a bag tonight and have my shit over at your place.”
“Damn it, Phil!”
“What?”
“We’ve been together for only two weeks!”
“So?”
“So, isn’t there some sort of grace period where we get to know each other before we shack up and shit? I mean, really—”
“I ain’t sleepin’ without you, so