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EIGHTEEN
We ateRocco’s sorrow away in the form of way too many burgers and fries before driving back to our place. Rocco closed the door behind us, and leaned his back against it, standing there for a moment and closing his eyes.
I waited a few feet in front of him, slipping my hands in the pockets of my jean shorts.
Not sure what I should say, I waited.
And waited.
He finally opened his eyes a moment later, and his gaze was soft. “The second bedroom is open, now. Oscar refuses to risk a repeat of what happened on the couch, so he’s moving in with our parents.” Rocco gestured toward the place we’d sat earlier, making out.
My cheeks warmed a bit. “I’ll move my stuff over.”
“I can move mine; you’ve been sleeping there for months. I’ll drag the couch upstairs, and sleep in the room with you until we’ve had time to ride out the chase.”
Biting my lip, I nodded.
I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want him to sleep on the couch—that I wanted him to share the bed with me, and kiss me again, and touch me again like he had that morning.
Hell, I wanted that so damn much.
But… I still wanted to take things slow, too.
And I didn’t want to rush things, or push him into anything.
And I didn’t want to make him think I wanted us to be anything more than friends when I still wasn’t sure if I did want that.
So I just nodded.
Rocco dragged the couch up the stairs with a surprising amount of ease, only needing me to help steer the thing from the back a couple of times. He set it against the wall of his bedroom, as far from the bed as you could possibly get while still remaining inside the room.
“Alright, give me a few minutes and we’ll be set.” He gave me a quick smile, and I nodded again.
I was doing a lot of that.
When I helped him haul his clothes and shit, it took a grand total of a minute and a half to move him to the room across the hall.
After that was settled, we brushed our teeth, taking turns rinsing our mouths before shuffling back into our room.
My room, I guess.
I shucked my shorts, t-shirt, and bra, tugging on one of Rocco’s shirts that I’d claimed.
Rocco dropped to the couch with his pillow and a spare blanket he’d grabbed from Ryder’s old room, and I tucked myself into the bed.
It was… lonely.
But it smelled good still, so I closed my eyes and eventually fell asleep.
When my alarm went off,I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and blearily shut it off.
Then, I blinked at the screen.
And blinked again.
Dropping the phone, I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.
“What’s wrong?” Rocco’s voice sounded as drowsy as I felt.
