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With that, we made our way back out to my car, where Kylo struggled to get Ernest’s dead weight into the backseat as I set the Chinese food on the floor of the passenger side.
“I will wash your clothes and give them back on Tuesday,” I told him as he slammed the door and exhaled hard.
“I’ll do the same for yours,” he said, making me momentarily panic about which bra and panties I’d been wearing until I remembered basic black and relaxed a little.
“Do you have a time or place in mind?”
“Want to meet here?”
“Sure.”
“I can text you about a time once I get things set up.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” he said, a ghost of a smile playing with his lips.
“Well, thanks again for—”
I lost the rest of that sentence when his lips sealed over mine.
Who would have thought that all it would take to completely melt away all the tension in my body and the anxious thoughts in my mind was a kiss?
I think it was meant to be brief, just a quick promise of something more.
But the second I leaned into him, a soft moan escaping me, Kylo seemed to abandon that plan.
His hand slid behind my neck, tilting my head up as his lips slanted, pressed deeper.
He backed me up against my car as my hands slipped up his back, holding on as the warmth flooded my system, as the need pinged off every nerve ending all at once.
A rumbling sound moved through Kylo and vibrated into me as he crushed me against my car, his hard length pressed against my belly.
I was seconds away from asking him to take me back inside when there was a bleep of someone’s car unlocking, making us both spring apart, breathless, startled.
Kylo reached back to rub the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish as his neighbor came out of their front door.
He offered the guy an awkward wave before looking back at me.
“Tuesday.”
“Tuesday,” I agreed.
I couldn’t wait to see what he was going to come up with. Even if my body would have been perfectly okay with just spending the day in his bed.
I should have put that on the damn list.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Kylo
“You have to bring her in,” Huck said, shrugging.
“She’s not in on it,” I reminded him, my tone dancing that line between insistent and disrespectful.
“I get that,” he agreed with a brow raise that told me he clocked the tone. “But she isinit. From the sound of things, up to her neck. Either we bring her in and try to help her keep her head above water, or she drowns. That what you want?”
No, of course not.
