Page 74 of Overachiever
“Okay, we’re good.”
The way she smiles up at me never fails to hit me right in the chest. She’s so amazing. The way she’s quickly adjusted to balancing work with school while making sure we have time together. She’s just as much of a stickler for her perfect grades, but that’s just who she is. A perfectionist. She needs someone like me around to remind her it’s okay to mess up or not be perfect. To me, she’s always perfect.
“Layton’s coming over Thursday to help Kelly move to his place. So anytime after that. Do you have to stay out your lease?”
“It’s month to month.” I pull her to her feet. “Come and help me pack.”
“You want to move in today?”
“This is my home now. Accept it. We can figure out what to do with the extra furniture, and get Marty’s shit this weekend.”
* * *
“Roomie!” I cry, when Zara comes through the front door from work. We’ve just finished bringing the last of our stuff.
“Oh god, it’s actually happening. I thought it was a nightmare.” Zara sighs, hanging up her jacket.
Marty sidles over and throws an arm around her. One look at his eyes says he’s high. “It’s a dream come true. Every night, I’m going to be just on the other side of the wall from you.”
Zara glares over at Serena and Remee. “I can’t believe you did this to me.”
“You agreed,” Serena laughs.
“I was outvoted and didn’t want to be difficult. Now look what I’m dealing with.” She gestures to Marty, who’s still hanging on her.
“Relax, babe. You probably just need to get laid. You wouldn’t be so grouchy. As the only unattached male in the house, I volunteer my services. Don’t catch feelings, though.”
Zara looks up at him. “If you don’t get your arm off of me, something else male is going to be unattached.”
Marty grimaces and cups a hand over his crotch. Flopping on the couch next to me, he looks at Zara. “What are you making for dinner?”
Zara looks around the room. “I will kill him. I’ve read enough true crime books to hide his body.”
“Why would anyone want to hide a body like mine?” Marty says, flexing his bicep.
He loves getting under Zara’s skin, and she makes it so easy for him. They may be friends, but a feminist and a man whore are always going to bump heads.
A pillow flies across the room, bonking Marty in the face, and Serena points at him. “Shut it. It’s only the first day, and I don’t have bail money.” She turns to Zara. “It’ll be fine. We’re all together half the time anyway.”
Remee takes my hand. “I’m going to go organize some things in our bedroom.”
Her finger brushes back and forth over my palm, her signal for what she really wants. “I’ll help.” As we leave the room, I hear Marty cough out the wordbottombecause apparently that joke never gets old to him.
“Is Zara really upset about Marty living here?” I ask, once we’re alone.
Remee shakes her head. “Nah, she’s giving him shit. I swear those two need to fuck and get it over with.”
“Ha! I doubt that.”
When Remee picks up a shirt from the bed and starts folding it, I wrap my arms around her from behind. “You didn’t actually come in here to organize things, did you? Because I have a better idea.”
Her hand reaches up to stroke the back of my neck, and she tilts her head, giving me access to kiss her neck the way she loves. “Mmm, I have lots of ideas.”
“Because you’re an overachiever in bed too.” Her breath catches when I slide my hand up her shirt to play with her nipples.
“Lucky you.”
“Lucky me,” I agree. “Do you know what I’d like to do to you?” I whisper in her ear, running my hand between her legs.
