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"I'm glad to hear it," he said finally. "And in case you were wondering, I love you too. Like fucking crazy."
I grinned back, then went up on my tiptoes to give him a brief kiss, which he turned into something much more thorough when he picked me up and set me on the counter. His kiss was no longer sweet––it yearned for something I couldn't quite put words to. His hands were just finding their way underneath my shirt when a door opened up behind us with a loud squeak.
Brandon's hand innocently moved back to my waist. I looked over Brandon's shoulder to find Jane creeping out of Eric's room wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt. Her black bob stuck out in all number of directions, smudges of makeup outlined her puffy eyes, and a red pillow mark slashed across her cheek. It wasn't until she had pushed her glasses on her face that she realized she had an audience. Her mouth dropped open as her eyes darted between us, then closed with a scowl.
"Not one word," she pronounced slowly, then shuffled to the bathroom and shut the door firmly behind her.
Brandon looked to me, eyes now full of mirth.
"I guess she had a good night too." He leaned down to kiss me again, this time more tamely. "Looks like you've got some things to handle this morning, and I've got to get going. You guys have nothing to eat."
"Sorry about that. I'll pick up some groceries for next time."
"You going to keep house for me, Red?" Brandon joked as he walked to the door to pick up his shoes, then sat down at our small table to put them on.
I hopped off the counter and shrugged. "It wouldn't be so hard to have some food on hand if you're going to be here more often."
"What I should do is just rent you your own apartment so we can have some privacy," he said. "If, " he added with a churlish grin right when I was about to protest, "I thought you'd ever take it."
He stood up and walked back to where I stood and smacked me with another brief, but thorough kiss. "I'll just have to wait until I can get you to move in with me again."
I was about to argue that I'd never actually moved in with him to begin with, but was interrupted by Jane skittering out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, presumably to find a pair of pants in the overnight bag she'd left in there.
Brandon looked back to me with an arched brow. "I'll call you later?" he asked. "I have to go out of town this week for a few days to meet with some investors, but I'll be back on Thursday. Can I claim Friday night again next week?"
I smiled. "Sounds good."
"Perfect." He grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone from the table. With a quick, panty-dropping grin at the door, he was gone.
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