Page 48 of Getting Lucky Number Seven

I leaned my head on his shoulder. “Then I’m here. For whatever.”

He tightened his grip on my hand and kissed my forehead. We passed the rest of the drive in silence, just the occasional squeeze or glance between us, as if we were both checking that the other one was still there.

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“This must be karaoke girl,” Megan said after Beck introduced me to his sister—his aunt was apparently due back soon. Like Beck, Megan had a fair complexion, and a hint of strawberry blond showed between her flawless highlights. Her eyes were dark brown, though, and she was on the shorter side.

I glanced at Beck. “You call me karaoke girl?”

“Not me.” He tilted his chin at his sister. “Megan does.”

“Ever since I called him when you guys were at that karaoke bar. I was likemy brother?Singingkaraoke?He must like this girl.”

“I do. She’s my best friend.” Beck flashed me a grin, and I forced a smile onto my lips, trying to be happy enough with that title.

“Let me guess.” Megan eyed my blue scoop neck top, multiple beaded necklaces, and long blue and cream skirt. “Art major? No, photography.” She pressed her lips into a tight line. “No, I’m sticking with art, but really they both fall into that realm, so either way, I get the points for it.”

“Chemistry, actually,” I said. “I left the lab coat and goggles at home.”

“Though she does manage to look sexy in them,” Beck added, hooking his hand on my hip. I wondered if Megan thought his signals about who I was to him were mixed, or if this was normal—maybe all his female “friends” were more likefriends.

“I’m going to go put our bags away and show Lyla around.” Beck shouldered his duffel and gripped the handle of my roller suitcase.

“Mm-hm,” Megan said, flopping on the couch and punching on the TV.

With a hand on my back, Beck led me down a giant hallway—honestly I’d nearly inhaled more sour sugar crystals when we’d pulled up to the large two-story house with tall Victorian columns marking the entryway and a Romeo-and-Juliet-esque balcony off the side. I knew houses like it existed, but I’d never expected to set foot in one.

Beck slipped his thumb underneath the hem of my shirt. “After that discussion back there, I think we better add you wearing a lab coat and nothing else to our list of sex to-dos.”

I slowed my pace. “Just remember, you pretty much asked for this.”

His eyebrows ticked together.

“Did you hear about the physician and the biologist who went on a date?”

“No,” he said, drawing out the word, amusement starting to replace the confusion.

“Think about it. You know the punch line.”

The corners of his mouth twitched—he always liked to pretend he was too cool for science jokes, but I knew better.

I turned and ran my finger down his chest. “Say it.”

Beck shook his head, the smile he’d been fighting breaking free. “The kinky shit you’re into.”

I laughed and shoved him. Then, when he still hadn’t said anything, I raised my eyebrows and put my hands on my hips.

He sighed. “There was no chemistry.”

I clapped and got the crinkly-eyed smile, complete with sexy indention in his cheek. He crooked his finger and I moved closer, wrapping my arms around his waist as he leaned in for a kiss.

“Let’s get you into a room and conduct our own chemistry experiment,” he said against my lips. “Or maybe we’ll just find a table to bend you over, since chemists do it on a table…periodically.”

“Mmm. I love when you talk nerdy to me.” I kissed him again, thinking labels didn’t matter. Not when we had this.

We climbed up a staircase and turned down another hallway. The bedroom he led me into was about as big as my entire apartment. He set my suitcase at the foot of the king-sized four-poster bed. Was it weird that my mind now went to ways Beck and I could work the bed frame into sex? He was turning me into a one-track-minded girl.

Who was also in love.

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