Page 72 of The Hookup Situation
“Oh. Hmm.” I think about it, wondering what he could’ve planned so fast.
His grin is wicked. “I’ll be back with food in thirty minutes. You’d better be in bed.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and he rolls his eyes. “Yes,Daddy?”
I hear his chuckle as he takes the stairs.
I close my eyes, replaying what happened in the shower, squeezing my thighs together at the thought of him touching me.
Fifteen minutes later, the sound of the door creaking open wakes me. Nick takes the stairs up to my room and appears in my bedroom doorway with a bag from the diner.
“Marge made a hangover special.”
“I’m not hungover.”
“No?” He sets the food on my nightstand.
“Okay, yes, I am.”
He smirks. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
The way he says it makes heat pool in my stomach.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that …”
“Eat, then sleep.” He sits on the edge of my bed, watching me unpack the container.
“You’re being very bossy.”
“You like it.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Someone needs to take care of you. When’s the last time you let anyone do that?”
The question catches me off guard. Craig never … he expected me to take care of him. To be available when he wanted, absent when he didn’t.
“Hey,” Nick says softly. “Where’d you go?”
“Just thinking.”
“About?”
“How different you are from what I expected.”
“Better or worse?”
“Just different.” I take a bite of the eggs. “A good different. You make me realize how much I settled for.”
“Yeah?” Nick’s face softens. “Eat. Sleep. Don’t think about the past.”
“Jealous?”
“Of your exes?” He laughs like they’re a joke. “No. Who has you right now?” He leans in, kissing me slowly.
“You,” I say, and we linger a little longer before he pulls away.
“See you at seven o’clock,” he says, standing before this goes too far, too fast. “The car will text you when it’s outside.”
“Nick?”
“Yeah?”
