Then I’d get out of his hair and we could go back to growling at one another. And maybe I’d have some fantasy fodder. His chest really was a masterpiece.
Me: Hey, you’re the one who made us have to work together being the MOH and BM.
Rach: That’s true. Hint?
Me: Nope. I’ll be home soon though.
Rach: Can I look in the box?
Me: What did I say?
Rach: Lame.
Me: Your shower is coming up. Tons of things to open.
Rach: That’s true. Okay. See you in a bit.
Me: K.
That wasn’t so bad. Distracting her with presents was definitely going to be my go-to.
“Okay, let me just get some details.”
I turned at his voice, and thankfully, he had on a shirt this time. I ignored the disappointment at the hoodie. The little vee things at the top of his low slung sweatpants would be missed most of all.
He held a slim laptop, nodding at the living room with the fireplace.
I followed him in and sat next to him on the couch.
“All your log-ins.”
“All?” My…well,everythinglurched.
“All.”
I pulled out my phone. “It’s a lot.”
“Aidan will need them all. Even personal ones.”
I tapped the side of my phone. Everything seemed very invasive. I wasn’t the one who had done anything wrong.
“I can’t help you if you hold out on me.”
“Are you a mind reader or something?”
“Your tells are like neon arrows, Chaos.”
I blew out a breath. I did have a separate account that I used to follow other influencers that I didn’t want to show up on my list of people I followed. It wasn’t sneaky exactly.
Okay, maybe a little bit.
I pulled his laptop over to me and started typing away.
He watched me silently. Probably judging the fact that I had so many damn social media accounts. I did exceptionally well on two of them, but I never knew when things would change.
Apps went in and out of vogue in the space of a heartbeat.
I skimmed through my passwords app to make sure I had them all.