Page 59 of Selfless

“We are,” I argue still breathless.

“Your parents.”

“We’re both adults.”

He goes to argue, but I let go of his dick and shove him to the side. His back hits the wall not expecting my next move. Now he’s under the sprayer, eyes open, and water running down a hundred percent of his body like a waterfall. And all I want to do is dive in.

I step in front of him and run my nails down his chest. He hisses in a breath. “You can’t stand there and tell me you don’t want me.”

He arches a dark brow. “I would never …”

“Then take me!” I demand.

I’m not sure if it’s the challenge in my voice or the naughty smile on my face, but in the next instant, his lips are back on mine and he’s got my back pinned against the wall.

**

“God, I missed this so much.” Becca moans through a mouthful of food.

We all laugh. “Are you girls cooking for one another, or are you eating takeout?” my mother asks us. I look at Becca as she takes a bite of bread, and my mother sighs. “I figured.”

“Hey, now,” I say, taking a drink of my glass of wine. “I cook.”

“Yeah.” Ryder dabs his lips with the napkin. “She cooked me breakfast twice this week.”

“Breakfast, huh?” My father speaks. “You guys living together already?”

The room falls silent, and I swallow the large bite I had just put in my mouth without even chewing it. “Nnnoo,” I choke out before taking another drink of my wine to wash down the bite of lasagna that was stuck.

“Not for my lack of trying,” Ryder exclaims.

“Ryder!” I say his name in shock. We haven’t discussed living with one another.

I stand in the kitchen making him coffee, and he walks out of his bedroom. “You keep spoiling me like this, and I’ll have you moved in.”

That was the only time he has ever mentioned it. Hell, just last week, we weren’t even speaking. When has he had time to think about us living together? Let alone, us discuss it?

“What?” he asks with a shrug. “Are you saying you haven’t thought about it?” he asks, arching his dark brow.

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

“I didn’t know it was that serious,” my father says, looking back and forth between us. He doesn’t sound mad or disappointed. Just curious.

“It is,” Ryder answers since my mouth still can’t speak.

“Well, I think that would be nice,” my mother says, nodding her head in approval. My parents aren’t old fashioned. They know I’m not a virgin, and they probably think we already spend every night together.

“But …” I manage to get out.

“But what?” Ryder asks. I look at Becca, and she smiles widely at me. Jaycent puts his head down and pretends to study the food on his plate. “Becca and Jaycent are moving in together,” he states and then looks over at them. That gets Jaycent’s head up. “Are you moving in with Jaycent, or is he moving in with you?” he asks.

“She’s moving in with me,” Jaycent declares, and it’s almost as if there’s a challenge there. For Ryder to argue that to see if he truly is okay with them being together.

He doesn’t. Instead, he looks back at me. “See,” he simply says before taking a bite.

I got the message. Becca is moving out. Timothy will sell the apartment, and I don’t have a place to live. That sinking feeling comes back that I just need to move back home. Soon, I’ll have no job and no housing. How long will Ryder stay after that?

Thankfully, my mom ends that awkward conversation by turning her attention to the man sitting at the other end of the table. “What about you, Milton?”

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