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“Why don’t youactuallysay something funny and maybe it’ll happen.”
“I don’t think you can do it.”
“Reverse psychology won’t work either.”
He pouted, and it was so fucking cute I was tempted to give him what he wanted. Too bad I liked playing with him more.
“Did I ever tell you”—he traced the top of my hand resting on his thigh—“what I thought about the video East sent? The night you guys messed with Joey and his friends?”
I scowled at the mention of those fuckheads. “Pretty sure you let me know when you got home that night. You were pissed.”
“I was. But I was more pissed about the fact that I watched you threaten Joey and found it”—he leaned in by my ear—“so. Damn. Hot.”
My brows shot up. “Really?”
He covered my hand with his and inched it up to where his cock was getting hard behind his pants. “The way you protected me—and that sexy, murderous growl? I would’ve let you fuck me that night.”
Now that had me grinning, remembering the way I’d kissed him during his outrage, the way I could feel he wanted more. “Yeah. I know.”
“So cocky,” Gavin said, pulling back with a smirk. “And PS—you’re smiling. I win.”
I forced my face back into a frown, but he’d already busted me. “What do you win?”
“I’m thinking…” He paused as the server came out with our massive pizza. “An extra slice ofthat.”
“By extra slice, you mean one of mine?”
Gavin reached for one, and it was as big as his plate. “We’re boyfriends now. What’s yours is mine. Those are the rules.”
“Bullshit. I’m new at this, but I’m not an idiot.” I grabbed my own slice, took a huge bite, and knew right then we’d be getting a second one to go, because there was no way I was sharing.
Gavin would just have to mark that down as something else I needed to work on.
Then again, if he kept grinning at me like that, I’d probably end up giving in. I could already sense the way he was wrapping me around his finger, but shit, I needed to at least give him hell about it and not make itsoeasy.
That pretty face was gonna be the death of me.
FORTY-TWO
gavin
I KNEW THIS thing with Daire would work when he ordered another pizza to go and put it in our fridge for later. Wasn’t that what most relationships were really based on anyway? Food? What did we have to fight about as long as we agreed on a good slice?
At least, that was what I’d heard. It wasn’t like I was the poster child for healthy relationships.
I had a gut feeling this one was going to be different, though.
“You want a drink, or you good?” Daire said, reaching for the glasses.
“Nah, I’m okay for now. Just gonna grab something.” I headed into my room and pulled open my top dresser drawer. The small box in the corner was nothing fancy from the outside, no ribbons or any branding, just plain black. Just the way Daire would like it.
God, I hoped he liked it.
As soon as I bought it, I’d kept looking for the right time to give it to him, and then wondered if it was too much or if he’d hate it. But he’d mentioned running into his parents today, and the way he said they didn’t have a hold on him anymore, and the timing just felt…right.
Blowing out a breath, I walked back into the living room to see Daire had forgone the drinks in favor of his guitar. He sat on the couch with his bare feet kicked up on the coffee table, so relaxed and gorgeous I could only watch as he tuned the instrument I rarely saw him play.
Of all the ways I’d seen him over the past few years, this had to be one of my favorites. Daire at home, no defenses up, just unwinding after a long day. I imagined he’d done this more often before I moved in, and I would’ve stayed there watching him all night if he hadn’t looked up and caught me staring.
