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“Liv,” he says firmly but through hidden laughter. “Hiring someone on looks is shallow.”
I put the mug down and give him my best unimpressed face. “I’m sorry. Remind me what it is you do for a living again?”
He laughs and pulls me over with him. “I take photos of children in pretty dresses, sunsets over Elliott Bay, and loved-up couples who put a ring on it.”
“And half-dressed women.” I tap his nose and look down at him.
“But the only half-dressed woman I particularly like taking photos of is you.” He grins and bats my hair from his face. “In fact, I more than like it. I bloody love it.”
“I was about to be offended, but I think you saved yourself.” I drop a kiss onto his lips and get up. “I need to get ready. If I’m late, I’m likely to get a Louboutin up my ass.”
Tyler’s laugh follows me through to the bathroom—probably because he knows I’m not exaggerating.
I jump into the shower, wash off, and walk out into Tyler’s arms. He wraps a towel around my body, grinning, and kisses my forehead.
“Towels. So overrated.”
I laugh and step back, tucking the end of the towel in at the top so it stays in place. I grab the second from him and wrap my hair up. “Overrated but necessary,” I respond, shoving my toothbrush in my mouth.
“Depends on your definition of the word necessary.” He grabs a second toothbrush from the holder.
I pause, stare at it, then point my own brush at it. “What is that?” I ask through a mouthful of froth.
“It’s a toothbrush, baby girl. What else would it be?”
“Cocky prick.” I spit out the stuff in my mouth. “Why is it here?”
“So I can brush my teeth.”
“You are all for stating the obvious today, aren’t you?” I give my teeth another quick once-over and rinse. “I pretty much figured that out for myself, if I’m honest.”
He laughs. “I’m not kicking my sister out of my apartment,” he calls as I walk into my room. “Which means I’m going to have to fuck you here, and since you wear me out with your sexual demands, I’m going to need to stay over, which means I’m going to need a few things.”
“I wear you out with my sexual demands?” I shriek, my shoulders shaking with silent laughter. “Mr. Owner of The Drawer of Sexual Surprises?”
“You named the drawer?” Now, he really does laugh.
“What?” I gaze at him innocently, my eyes wide, and pick some panties from the drawer. “It’s like Pandora’s fucking box in that thing!”
He takes the underwear from my hand and switches it with a bright-pink pair. I roll my eyes and ditch the towel so I can slide them up my legs. He watches me, his eyes following the path of the skimpy material until his gaze hovers over my now-covered core.
I cough, and he lifts his eyes to my bare chest. Shit. Note to self: put on a bra before trying to drag your boyfriend’s gaze away from your vagina.
I grab an equally bright-pink bra from the drawer and put it on, obstructing his view. Thankfully, because my nipples are now hard and achy from the way he was staring.
“Tyler!” I snap. “My eyes are up here.”
“And they are very, very beautiful,” he replies automatically, finally meeting them.
I shake my head and get dressed before he decides he’s going to make me late, because the bulge in his pants is telling me that that’s exactly what he’s considering. I braid my wet hair to one side and apply my makeup, Tyler watching me the whole time.
Angus meows loudly from the kitchen, no doubt unimpressed that his food bowl is empty. I stroll past Tyler and into the room where my grumpy kitty is mewling like he’s never been fed.
“Untwist your tail, Angus. I’m here.” I grab a can, open it, and tip it into his bowl. My cat rubs against my ankle in an affectionate—and very rare—thank-you and dives into the meat.
Someone got kitty sex last night if there’s ankle-rubbing happening.
I locate my phone on the counter and throw it into my purse, which is sitting on the table. “Ty?”
