Page 117 of I Just Want to be Yours

She moves to lean back on her hands, her head tilting like she can read my mind if she tries hard enough. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head. “Nothing,” I lie. The last thing I want to do is plant the seed of doubt in her mind. Her eyes narrow playfully, and I grin. “Margot, I’m home with you. Nothing could be wrong.”

She blushes, and it’s so goddamn cute.

“You look worried.”

A small smile comes to my lips. I’m busted, but the fact that she knows me well enough to see it makes me happier than it should.

“The only thing I’m worried about is getting hard again if that shirt rides up any more than it already has.” I nod to her bare thighs, where the hem of my T-shirt has gradually risen higher every time she shifts.

“Yeah. We definitely wouldn’t want that,” she teases as she squirms to make the shirt do just that.

I cock an eyebrow, and she grins wider.

Sitting up, she crawls onto my lap, straddling me. Without thinking, my hands go straight to her bare ass, and I grip her hard against me, my cock already begging to be inside her again.

“I’ll put in my two-weeks tomorrow,” she says as her fingers play with my hair at the base of my neck. “And it should be easy to switch to online classes since we’re between semesters. I’ll call the office Monday and figure it out.”

“And you’re sure about this?”

Her eyes lock on mine, and there’s so much clarity behind them. “I am.” A slight crease between her brow forms. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

I weave my hand into her hair, my thumb brushing the soft skin of her cheek. “I never want you to feel like you’re giving up your dreams for mine.” The corners of her mouth fall, her lips relaxing into the perfect pout, and I kiss her without thinking. I can’t resist.

She puts a hand on my chest and gently pushes back to look at me. “I’m not. I’m just going about them in a different way. I’ll take my classes online, and instead of working for the magazine, I’ll . . . focus on my blog,” she says with a self-assured nod. “Or I’ll find a job writing that I can do remotely.” She drapes her arms around my neck. “My dreams are moreflexible than yours right now, and I’m happy to bend if it means . . .” Her fingertips absently play with my hair again. “If it means I get to keep this—us.”

Hearing her talk like this feels like a dream, and imagining her on tour with me feels like an even better one. “I think you’ll like touring. Sleeping on a bunk isn’t bad once you get used to it, and we should be able to afford a few more hotel stays when the schedule allows for it.”

Her fingers graze the back of my neck and goosebumps prickle my spine. “And you’re sure the guys won’t mind?”

I let my hands slip under her shirt, so my fingers can trace her lower back. “Believe it or not, Dave brought it up to me a while back, and he was all for it.”

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “And the others?”

I let out a laugh. “They won’t mind. And you know Mya will be thrilled.”

Margot’s lips lift. “I do like that she’ll be there, too. It takes some of the pressure off.”

“No pressure. If you hate it, come home early. Either way, it’s only six weeks. Then we’ll figure out where to go from there. We might end up in the studio, or Brian could extend the tour. Who knows?”

She takes a deep breath and nods. “Okay. I guess the only other thing is making sure I still earn enough to pay my half of the rent.”

My hands slide up, and my thumb brushes under her breast. “I’ll pay it.”

“Absolutely not,” she says with a bewildered laugh. “I can’t let you do that.”

“Sure, you can,” I say with all seriousness. “I’ve been living with minimal expenses for months. Pretty soon I’ll have more money sitting in my account than I know what do with.”

She gives me a leveling look. “Jackson, I don’t think?—”

I kiss her. “You’re sacrificing so much for me. Let me do this for you,” I murmur against her lips.

“We’ll see.” She laughs, and I can’t help smiling at the sound.

I kiss her again, my smile growing. “Take my money, Red.”

She laughs harder, pushing herself off me. “You’re obnoxious.”

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