“We’ll decide after we figure out what we are going to sleep on.”
“We do need furniture. Good thing I have this.” I grab my black card from my wallet and wave it at him.
Killian frowns. “I don’t want you paying for everything.”
“It’s my money to do with as I please. Don’t fight me on this.”
“Liri, we will split the cost.”
“Whatever you say, boyfriend.”
“You’re going to torture me with that forever, aren’t you?”
“Come on, say it. You know you want to. Boy-friend,” I sound the word out.
“Come on.” He tugs on my hand and pulls me toward the door.
“Where are we going?”
“To buy an air mattress.”
“Oh. I thought we would officially move in tomorrow after I box my stuff up and bring it over. Is Liam going to help?” Killian hasn’t talked about him much the past few days. I don’t think they are on good terms either.
“Ben actually,” he tells me.
“Well that’s new.” I laugh.
“We put aside our differences, and I bribed him with promising to help him with his car.”
“Ah. I see.”
I follow him down to his car. Mine is still parked at the dorm. I don’t know how Hayley will react to my moving out but right now I think some separation is good for us.
An hour later we arrive back at our new place with an air mattress and two bean bags.
We stopped off at the dorm and his room at the frat house to grab a few things to get us through our first night.
I have my hands on my hips as Killian finishes getting our bed set up. I love watching him, barefoot and shirtless in nothing but jeans. The site is why women have fantasies about handymen coming over to lay pipe so to speak. “Do you think we’re crazy?”
“In what context?”
“In we have only been dating for like a month and we are now living together.”
“All brilliant minds are mad.”
“You think I’m brilliant?”
“Oh yeah. Who else could make these atrocious honey bee leggings look utterly sexy?”
“My leggings are the height of fashion. Everyone wishes they could pull this look off.”
“I’d like to take them off you.” He grabs my hips and pulls me into him. I slide my pants down and step out of them.
“Now you.”
Killian undoes the button of his dark jeans and kicks them off, nearly tripping over his own feet when they get caught on his ankles. I can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he looks hobbling around on one foot.
The serious glint in his eyes kills my laughter. He raises my shirt over my head then unfastens my bra. We sink down to mattress and we might as well be laying on a rug on the hardwood floor, but I don’t dare complain. I’m here with Killian in our own apartment. His fingers rub up and down my spine as we lay facing each other on our sides.