Page 123 of Bad For A Weekend

“You can just drop me off.”

“Not a chance. I’m making sure you get in your door safely.”

“Of course you are.”

We enter the building, the doorman giving us a nod before pressing the button to allow us entry to the elevator. The doors slide shut, and before I know what’s happening, Baylor is jumping into my arms and linking her ankles behind my back. I press her against the wall, wrapping my arms tightly around her before leaning in for a kiss.

Unlike last time, I move my lips with hers intentionally. It’s soft and sweet. There’s no time for anything else, and before I know it, the doors open to the top floor.

“I love you,” I whisper before letting her down.

“I love you too.” Those words from her, directed at me, are everything I need to survive.

We walk hand in hand to the door. She opens it with a code and looks up expectantly. “Do you want to come in?”

“I don’t know.”

“Just for a minute. You didn’t get to see my place before because you were too busy yelling at me.”

“I didn’t yell.”

“Either way, you didn’t get a look around.”

It’s a bad idea, but Baylor has a way of talking me into bad decisions. “Okay.”

She flips on the lights, and I get my first real look at the place she’s called home for the last three years. It’s exactly how I imagined it; earthy colors with vibrant pops.

“How is it having Ziggy and Brandy for roommates?”

“It’s been fun. Ziggy has a sometimes boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah?”

“His name is Knate with a K.”

I chuckle. “Of course it is. That’s L.A. for you.”

“Right?”

She follows me as I venture from the living room to the tidy kitchen. “Does Brandy still cook for you?”

“Yeah, and she cleans, but since we’re not home much, I think her job is easier.”

“I’ve missed being treated like a piece of meat.”

She cozies up to me, lifting up on her toes to reach my shoulders. “I can take care of that for you.”

“Behave,” I say.

“It’s your fault I’m all worked up. Some of those letters were... spicy.” She arches her back slightly, pressing her breasts into me.

“This isn’t taking it slow.” I brush a teal strand of hair from her face.

“It’s the weekend, and you know I like to be bad on the weekend.”

She has a point.

“Fuck it.” I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, no doubt feeling how much I want her. “Where’s your room?”

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