His third note was:I suck. And not only in the good way.
My cheeks went pink, remembering the way he’d sucked me throughout the night. That had definitely been in the good way. It had been so good, in fact, my pussy got wet just thinking about it, and I knew as soon as I got home, once I’d finished all my shifts for the day, I would very probably need to whip out my vibrator.
Which would be a poor substitution for his tongue.
He stared at me hopefully, but when I didn’t say anything, he screwed up his face and scribbled a fourth note.
When he turned it around, I couldn’t help but snigger.
Please don’t shank me. My duck needs me.
A smile spread across his face, not the smug or stupid one I wanted to slap off him at times, but a genuine smile. One that made me realize he actually found true pleasure in making me laugh.
And it was hard not to, when he was cute and silly and didn’t give a shit what anyone thought about him.
I envied that so much. I could guarantee X had never worried about a bad impression he may or may not have made on a coworker months ago.
I leaned forward and lifted the window with a sharp tug that made a piercing screech of protest. “Was this your grand apology plan? To write me silent note cards,Love Actuallystyle? Where did you even get that paper and pen from?”
“I broke into the house next door and stole it.”
I widened my eyes at him. “Are you serious?”
He laughed. “Of course not.” Then he glanced at the house next door. “But just so you know, that window was definitely already broken when we got here. That was definitely not because I threw a brick through it.”
I groaned. “You can’t just do things like that!”
“You wouldn’t listen to my apology.”
“Yeah, because I was mad at you!”
He raised an eyebrow. “Was?”
“Am. Still am mad at you.”
“No, you said was. You can’t take that back. My apology worked. You forgive me. You said it yourself.”
“Mmm, no, I definitely never said that.”
He eyed me, being really stupidly cute. Then he sighed, leaning his arms on the windowsill and ducking his head so he could peer through it.
I took a spoon from the soapy water and placed it in the drying rack. “What?”
“I really want to kiss you right now.”
I picked up a butter knife and ran my sponge over it.
It caught X’s eye. “If that’s supposed to be threatening, it’s not. It’s just making me want to kiss you more.”
I leaned in, so our faces lined up better, his lips just a few inches away from mine. “Is it?”
His gaze flickered to my mouth. He closed his eyes, and waited for the kiss he knew was coming.
It would have been so easy to meet in the middle. To kiss him through the open window. Every part of me demanded I do exactly that.
But my body was a traitorous, horny bitch who couldn’t be trusted.
And X, Whip, and Levi were all liars.
