Page 90 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

“Ifsomeonehadn’t kept me up all night and had fed me properly, my stomach wouldn’t be growling.”

“Hey, you’re the one who insisted ononly pieand then another round.”

“And you’re the one who woke me up in the middle of the night for the next.”

He doesn’t look the least bit sorry, and honestly, for once I’m not the least bit upset by my lack of sleep. Even though I’m sore in all the best ways possible, I feel like a million bucks. Worn out yet satiated…and maybe a little hungry for more.

He lifts a shoulder, grinning down at me. “Told you I was sex-deprived. Just trying to make up for all the months I went without.”

“Right.” I pull myself up to a sitting position, resting my back against the headboard. “I’m sure.”

My shuffling around pulls at the blanket, and it falls dangerously low, drawing my eyes to hisveryobvious erection.

Unlike me, who threw my panties and camisole back on after my shower, Dean slept naked last night. I learned he’s only been sleeping in boxer briefs because of me.

“Why does it sound like you don’t believe me that it’s been months since I’ve slept with someone?”

“Did you forget we’re neighbors?”

“No?”

“I’ve seen the girls come in and out of your apartment over the last year. I’m aware you’re not hurting for entertainment.”

His black brows lift. “Been spying on me, River?”

“Please. I have so many better things to do with my time.”

“Uh-huh. Like stay at home on your couch with your cookies and ice cream?”

“Oh my gosh. You saw me with a bag of snacks in the elevatorone time.”

“One timea week.”

I flip him off. He laughs.

Then reaches to the nightstand, grabbing his cell phone and plunking it into my lap. “Call your optometrist.”

“What?”

He nods toward the phone, moving his fingers back to the guitar strings, plucking at them mindlessly. “Your eye doctor—give them a call.”

“Why?”

“Because clearly, you need your eyes checked.”

I roll said eyes, tossing his phone back onto the bedside table. “Please. Do not try to sit here and tell me I’m seeing things.”

“Oh, I’m not telling you you’re seeing things. Just saying you’re not paying attention to what’s right in front of you. ‘All those girls’ you’ve been seeing? It’s the same girl.”

I crinkle my nose, shaking my head. “No, it’s not.”

“I can assure you, it is.”

My eyes widen. “You’re going to tell me that’s your sister again, aren’t you?”

His lips curve into a smile. “She colors her hair often—the one rebellious streak she has. I’m flattered you think I’m such a catch that I can score all the ladies all the time.” He pats his bare chest. “Gives me the warm and fuzzies.”

“Ugh.” I swat at him, but he hides behind his guitar. “Shut up. I’m going back to bed. I already can’t deal with you today.”

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