She’s still shaking her head. “Why would I want to do that?”
“Because,” I say to her, brushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s romantic.”
“No, Warren, it’s dumb.”
I fall back onto the bed, frustrated. She drops to my side and glares down at me. “Why would I want to move all my clothes into your tiny closet? That’s so stupid. I have way too much closet stuff.”
“Fine,” I tell her. “You can keep all your clothes in your own closet, but move everything else into my room.”
She drops her forehead to my chest. “I don’t have any other stuff. I have a bed. That’s it.”
I tuck my finger under her chin and lift her eyes to mine. “Exactly. Move your bed to my room. We both have full-size beds. Putting them together would be like having a King, and we’d have more room to have sex, and when we’re finished you can roll over to your side of the bed and I can watch you sleep.”
She considers my proposal for several quiet moments, and then smiles. “This is so dumb.”
I sit up and pull her off the bed. “And romantic. Come on, get dressed. I’ll help you.”
We put our clothes back on and begin tossing the blankets and pillows off her bed. We lift the mattress and begin scooting it out the door, into the living room, and toward my room. Ridge and Brennan are both sitting on the couch, staring at us.
“What the hell are you doing?” Brennan asks.
I press my hip against the mattress so I can sign back to them. “Bridgette and I are moving in together.”
Ridge and Brennan look at each other, then back at me. “But . . . you already live together,” Brennan says.
I dismiss them with a wave of my hand, and we finish moving Bridgette’s mattress next to mine. Once her bed is remade, she falls onto hers and I onto mine. We roll until we’re facing each other. She rests her head on her arm and sighs.
“We’ve lived together for two minutes, and I’m already sick of your face.”
I laugh. “I think you should move out. We got along so much better before this.”
She flips me off, so I grab her hand and link my fingers through hers. “I need to ask you something else.”
She falls onto her back. “So help me God, Warren, if you ask me to marry you I’ll cut your nuts off.”
“I don’t want to marry you,” I say. “Yet. But . . .”
I crawl over to her part of our home and lie next to her. “Will you go on a date with me?”
She looks away from me and stares up at the ceiling. “Oh, my God,” she whispers. “We’ve never been on a date before?”
“Not a real one.”
She slaps a hand to her forehead. “I’m such a whore. I already moved in with you and we haven’t even been on a date?”
“You’re not a whore,” I say to her with mock reassurance. “We haven’t even had sex . . . oh, wait.” I grimace. “You are such a whore. A huge, slutty whore who wants me to try anal with her tonight.”
She laughs and shoves me in the chest.
I shove her back.
She shoves me harder.
I push her until she’s at the edge of her bed.
She lifts her legs to kick me.
I kick her back, pushing her off the bed until she’s lying on the floor. After several quiet seconds, I scoot to the edge of the mattress and look down at her. She’s still lying flat on her back in the same position she landed.
“You could give Brody a run for his money,” I tell her. She reaches up a hand to hit me, but I grab it and pull it to my mouth. I kiss the top of it and hold her hand while I lock eyes with her.
She’s in an unusually agreeable mood right now, which leads me to believe that maybe . . . just maybe . . .
“I have one more question, Bridgette.”
She cocks an eyebrow and slowly shakes her head. “I’m not telling you the name of that porn.”
I drop her hand and roll onto my back. “Fuck.”
Maybe not.
Acknowledgments
A huge thank-you to so many people. First, my family. Without you I could never finish anything. To my publisher, Atria Books, and Judith Curr, for not saying no when I said, “I want to write a novella about Warren. And I want it to be a surprise!” A special thanks to my editor, Johanna Castillo, for being the absolute best! I say it with every book, but we really are a great team. To my brand-new publicist, Ariele, for being top-notch at her job. Yer er der berst, Erererl! And to my agent, Jane Dystel, and her team of amazing people. To Murphy and Stephanie for always keeping my head above water. And last but not least, my readers. Without you, none of the people just mentioned would have a job, including me. Your passion for reading gives us the ability to live our passion. For that, we ALL thank you!