“I haven’t really dated either.” Why I tell him this is a mystery.
He cocks an eyebrow, and I remember the brief conversation in the kitchen earlier.
“Pledge wasn’t dating material, and the only reason I invited him to the event at home was to try to dissuade the town nosy nellies from setting me up. There was nothing between us. That decision backfired. Other than him, my life was pretty busy with school and home obligations.”
His eyes scan my face, and he licks his bottom lip, pressing me closer to his side. “Does it make me a total asshole that I’m pleased with this piece of information?”
“No.”
His expression grows serious, and he leans in closer until his lips are at my ear. “Good, because as of this morning, that changed.”
I want to ask him more, but when his mouth starts to kiss along my jawline, my mind goes blank.
Chapter 10
Nick
Shaw was right; Bizzy was on a full out mission. I didn’t have time to call her and invite her to lunch because she is ringing my doorbell at seven forty-five in the morning. I get a glimpse at my alarm clock right as my phone starts to ring.
“Biz, you okay?” I answer groggily, still half-asleep.
“Yes, I’m at your door.”
“So you’re the crazy one ringing the doorbell at this ungodly hour?”
“Um hmm.”
“Why don’t you use your key?”
“Because I didn’t know if you were alone.”
“When have I ever had someone spend the night?”
“Are we really going to discuss this right now? I’m standing out here!”
“Use your key. I’ll be right out.”
She disconnects, and I hear the beep of my alarm when the door opens. There’s a rustling and the sound of running water. I say a silent thank you that she’s making coffee.
There’s an ache between my legs, and I groan, remembering the dream I was in the middle of. Grace was wrapped around me, naked, as I moved inside of her. She was moaning low, whispering my name, and I—
“Nicky, take your time. I’m going to make you some breakfast.” Bizzy’s voice interrupts my thoughts, and it’s like ice water on my throbbing cock.
I throw my legs to the side of the bed, standing, and wince at the pain in my lower back. That’s going to suck at practice today. Slowly, I walk to the bathroom and brush my teeth, wash my face, and run some water through my hair. Then I prepare myself for the inquisition.
When I get to the kitchen, Bizzy is in the middle of whisking eggs and dancing around in her scrubs. Her face breaks into a smile when she sees me, then she puts the bowl down and comes straight to me. The first thing she does is cup my chin, roaming her eyes over my face, then leans in for a hug.
This is something she’s done since we went into remission. We both need this reassurance that we’re okay.
“Morning, Biz.” I kiss her temple and step to the coffee maker, pouring us both a cup. “You just get off work?”
She nods, picking up the bowl, and starts whisking again.
“Well, this is a nice surprise, but I was going to call you today and take you to lunch.”
“I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to see you, talk to you.” She cuts straight to the chase, giving me an all-knowing look. Her grey-blue eyes shine with unspoken questions.
I take a sip of my coffee and mix hers the way she likes it. Once I hand it to her, I hop up on my island and tell her what she wants to know.