“What is that? Four in?”
“Book five.”
I liked this.
He was a reader.
I was also a reader.
I had visions dancing in my head of when we weren’t banging, lying in bed, tucked close, both of us with our books.
They were really good visions.
Even so.
“Are they terrifying?” I asked.
“Totally,” he answered.
I busted out laughing.
The Rock Chick books were, inexplicably, the written love stories of the OG Hot Bunch, or the Nightingale Men who came before Cap, Knox, Gabe, Javi, Roam, Landon, Liam, Brady, Shaw, etcetera’s crew (those guys were known as the Hottie Squad).
Those books had been published and everything.
They also had tales of car chases, and explosions, kidnappings (plural), pandemonium in gay bars and foot chases through haunted houses (and that wasn’t the half of it).
Me, and the rest of the Angels (who were, I should note, next gen Rock Chicks) wanted nothing to do with reading them.
When I was down to chortles, I saw Knox smiling at me, all gentle.
Man, he was just beautiful.
“We can come out when…you know…we’re solid,” I said.
His head tipped to the side. “You don’t think we’re solid?”
I grinned big at him. “Honey, we’re two days old.”
“Question still stands.”
I pressed deeper to him, remembering that look that had been on his face just moments before.
Also remembering how his arms tightened around me when I’d asked on our first night together if he thought we were a mistake.
I was further wondering if I should get into this with him.
However, we were young. He’d gotten into the heavy on the first night. But even though we spent last night together too, and obviously tonight, where we were cooking our first meal together, he hadn’t taken it there again.
I hadn’t either.
Maybe it was too soon.
Not to mention, that deep conversation had been about whether we were going to explore this.
We decided we were going to explore this, and we were doing that.
We didn’t have to bare all within seventy-two hours.
