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“Yuck,” she laughs. “He’s in his element.”
“He sure is.”
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I get home after an exhausting day and collapse down into my bed before the clock has even reached eight. My eyes are fighting to close but guilt sails through me. I wanted to do some reading up on my Psychology paper that’s due next week, but it might have to wait. I’m not sure I can handle that right now.
It’s been a huge day. We bought a fucking house today. That shit just doesn’t happen. I mean, eventually, it would have happened, but I always thought it would be years down the track after I’d finished law school. Nate and I would have been happily together for years and possibly talking about marriage and babies. We would have searched through all the houses, making sure to stay close to Broken Hill. It would have been a dream come true. In fact, I still believe that’s all going to happen. I just never thought I’d be experiencing it for the second time. Though, I guess this is kind of different. After all, this was my parents buying a home for me, not me and Nate building our future together.
I snuggle up in my bed and go to turn off the lamp on my bedside table when a figure appears, grinning at me on my window ledge. “What the hell?” I grunt, throwing the blankets back and hurrying to let the idiot in before he falls off the roof. I slide it open and can’t help but grin at him. “You know you can use the front door now?” I laugh. “They’re cool with you staying here.”
“First off,” Nate says, climbing through the window and coming to stand before me. His arms instantly slide around my waist. “They’re not cool with me staying here. They just accept it because they’d rather me sneaking in, than you sneaking out. And secondly, I like climbing through your window. I get to watch you before you realize I’m there, and by the way, I caught you picking out that wedgie.”
“Shut up,” I laugh, swatting at his chest before crushing my face into it and inhaling his manly scent. It wraps around me, completely drawing me in as I listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “You know these undies always ride up.”
His hand slides around my body before he finds the hem of my undies and flicks the elastic against my skin, making a sharp slapping sound. “Then take them off.” I’m too exhausted to look up at his face but I have no doubt there’s a cheeky grin sitting on his delicious lips as his eyes sparkle, absolutely loving the way he gets off by teasing me.
I bring my arms in against his warm chest and snuggle in, closing my eyes as I find unbelievable comfort with him. I shake my head against him. “Too tired.”
Nate ducks down and a second later, his arm is at the back of my legs and he scoops me up. He walks over to my bed and puts me down before I hear the familiar sound of his jeans dropping to the ground. He climbs in the other side of my bed and instantly pulls me against him. “How was work?” I mumble into his chest.
“Good,” he says with a tone that suggests it was way better than good. “I got my first real project.”
“Huh?” I grumble. “I thought you already had your first project. You know, the dirty old car.”
“Yeah,” he says. “That’s more of a personal project. I’m doing that up to sell at auction to help get my name out, but this was an actual client seeking me out because he’d heard what a great job I’d done with the Mustang and Camaro. He wants me to rebuild his old Miura.”
“His what?”
“Miura. It’s a Lamborghini.”
“Really?” I question. “That’s awesome.”
“Yeah, it’s going to be a huge job.”
“You can handle it,” I tell him. “And I bet you’d do a much better job than any of the other shops around here.”
His arms tighten around me. “I know,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my hair. “How’d the inspection go today?”
I gasp as my eyes flick up to his. “Did I not tell you?” He shakes his head. “Mom and dad bought it and they want us to move in on Saturday so they can make sure we have everything we need before they go to London. Brooke is beside herself. She’s so excited.”
His eyes sparkle as he watches my excitement. “I’m assuming you need someone to help you move in?”
“A few someones would help. We bought a whole lot of furniture today,” I explain as my hand runs up his arm and I curl my fingers around his strong bicep and squeeze. “And I’m going to need someone with some of this to get it all inside and move it around a hundred times while Brooke and I decide how we want it to look.”
