“I don’t cook.”
I know she doesn’t. However, I also know she won’t agree to stay unless she believes she is doing something for me in return. I’ve loved Fiona since the moment I first laid eyes on her. She was a walking disaster, but she was gorgeous. Still is. The most beautiful woman I have ever known.
She tucks an auburn curl behind her ear and grins, before sitting the bottle on the side table. “We need rules, if you’re serious about this.”
“I’m serious,” I agree. I can live temporarily with a woman, a woman I am in love with…can’t I?
“Okay, no having sex or beating one off while the other is home.”
I laugh at her rule.
“I beat it in the shower, so how will you know,” I tease with an evil grin.
“Eww, Dev. No. Just no. I don’t need to know that. I don’t want to know that.” Her cheeks flush as she averts her eyes from mine.
“Oh, come on, Fifi. Don’t tell me you’ve never…in the shower.”
Her hand shoots out. “Stop, I am not discussing this with you.”
Grabbing her outstretched hand in mine, I tell her, “We’re adults who’ve slept together. We can talk about masturbation. Do you have toys?” I ask raising my brow.
Jerking her hand back, she punches me. “You’re terrible. You promised you’d never bring that up again.”
“I lied. Sue me.”
“This is serious,” she pleads.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” I chuckle.
Looking around my one-bedroom apartment, she questions, “Where will I sleep? I’m not sharing a bed with you.”
“Who said I want to share my bed with you? You snore,” I remind her, half kidding. She really does snore.
“I d-d-do not!” She slurs.
Shit, how much did she drink?
I look to the now half empty bottle.
Hell.
Grabbing the bottle, I take a swig before placing it back in the freezer.
Fiona is about five minutes from passing out or puking. I fire off a mass text, canceling my party.
Not that I had many guests coming over, just a few guys from my former unit—Lucian and Andrew.
“I’ll sleep on the couch; we can rotate nights or something.” I shrug, and when I glance at her she’s already snoring.
Picking her up, I carry her to my bed, tucking her in for the night with a trash can and a glass of water.
She’ll feel like hell tomorrow.
Kicking back on the couch I wait for the pizzas I ordered to be delivered.
Ten minutes later as I am taking a bite, Fiona races through the apartment.
“I gotta go check on Milo, I forgot all about him.” She’s dazed and confused.