CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
LOUDER
LUNA
My God, that couch looks glorious.
To be fair, everything I could see from my vantage point in Rhys’s entryway was glorious. The loaner I’d been in was nice and spacious, but his was even better. It was cool and masculine and shockingly tidy.
Not that I thought he would be messy just because he was a man. But I knew firsthand how hard it was to keep on top of things with a crazy work schedule.
Also,Iwas a bit messy, but that was neither here nor there.
After two weeks on the God-awful torture device someone mistakenly called a mattress, his lush couch would be like heaven to sleep on.
And if that also included a little late-night gaming on his giant TV, that was an added bonus.
I scanned around where said TV was mounted, but other than some photos on the brick wall and books and knick-knacks on the shelves, there was nothing.
“No video games?” I asked when he came in behind me, holding the first of my minimal belongings that he’d refused to let me help with.
“Never got into them. Don’t have the time even if I had.”
“Not even time-suck games on your phone?”
He shook his head.
“You’ve never crushed some candy? Angered some birds? Tetted some Tetris?”
“Tetted?”
“I don’t know. It sounded right.”
“Is that what you do on your phone?”
“Of course. Doesn’t everyone?”
“Not me. Not a nerd.”
Damn. I was hoping he’d have some different…
Wait.
I blamed the long night—long nights, actually—for it taking me half a minute to realize two things.
One, he was carrying my stuff down a hall.
And two, he’d insinuated I was a nerd.
I followed after him to deal with both, starting with the last one. “Did you just insinuate I’m a nerd?”
“Didn’t insinuate. Saying it outright.”
Whatever snark died on my tongue when I looked around the room we’d walked into.
Hisroom.
It smelled like him in the best possible way, and I wanted to bottle the mix of man, cologne, and body wash.
