Page 143 of Property of Bob

I glanced around the common room. Nobody was paying attention to us.

Or at least they were pretending not to.

I looked back at Bob. “Are you sure?”

His smile faded slightly. “About going to bed with you?”

“About...” I waved vaguely toward all of him.

“Very fucking sure.” His hand slid down my arm until he reached mine. Then he stood. No struggle. No pause. He just stood. God, I loved seeing that.

He held out his hand. I looked at it before placing mine in his.

Apparently, we were going to bed, and neither one of us was tired.

“Night,” Bob called.

Five different heads turned toward us. “Night?” Piney asked.

“Yep.”

Piney raised an eyebrow. “It’s eight-thirty.”

Bob stared at him. “You keeping track of my bedtime now?”

“No. Just didn’t realize you were ninety.” Piney raised his hands. “Goodnight, Grandpa Bob.”

“Fuck off,” Bob grunted.

I tried not to laugh.

Shay’s eyes bounced between Bob and me and her smile slowly spread. “Good night, Ramona,” she sang.

Bob tugged on my hand. “Come on, doll.”

I followed him toward the hallway before Shay could make things worse.

We were halfway to his room when I leaned closer.

“They know.”

“Don’t care.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope.”

He opened the door, and I walked inside. The second it clicked shut behind us, everything changed.

His eyes moved over me slowly.

I swallowed. “What?” I asked.

“Come here.”

“You really like telling me that.”

“You really like doing it.”