The Roommate Agreement(57)

“Fine. Then I’m your boyfriend. Either way, we’re now exclusive.” He smirked and leaned forward on the island, making his biceps strain against his t-shirt.

“That’s really not fair when you do that.”

“Are you wearing a bra right now?”

I swallowed and looked down. Hi, nipples. “I’ve been working all day. Frankly, you’re lucky I’m wearing pants.”

“I’d like to argue and call that unlucky.”

Any day where pants were required was an unlucky one in my opinion. Then again, I had spent the whole day wearing just panties, fluffy socks, and a tank top, so maybe today wasn’t all that bad.

“Which brings me to my first point of discussion. Rule one: must wear pants.” I tapped the pen against it. “I propose that all points regarding wearing clothing be removed.”

Jay leaned forward, his lips twisting upward. “I’m listening.”

“I discovered last night that, actually, I’m quite fond of no pants, so rule one should be: no pants are the best pants.”

“Done.”

I pursed my lips. “How did I know there would be absolutely no resistance from you with that one?”

He held his hands up before grabbing his water. “I am extremely fond of you with no pants. In fact, feel free to remove yours right now if you’d be more comfortable.”

I rested my elbows on the island and pointed my pen at him again. “You didn’t pick up your socks this morning. The only way you’re getting inside these pants is if you take them off.”

“Is that an offer?”

“Not until you pick up your freakin’ socks.”

“What is it with you and socks? They’re right up there with Oreos. Borderline obsession.”

I shrugged. “I’m a tidy person with unhealthy eating habits. What can I say?”

“One day, you’ll come to the gym with me.” He wiggled the bottle at me.

“Absolutely not.” I shook my head. “You know those couples where you look at them and you’re like, ‘Whoa, shit, he’s punching?’ That’s what’s going to happen here. I’ll sit with my extra fifteen pounds snuggling my ass, thighs, and boobs, and you can sit there miserable because you have to work out to look that good.”

“You have an extra fifteen pounds? Where?”

I opened my mouth, stopping when I saw his smirk. “More responses like that, and I’ll take my pants off bymyself.”

“Good. If you have an extra five pounds on your ass—and I think you’re full of shit—I happen to be a fan of that.”

“You’re pushing it now.”

He shrugged. “I don’t care. You see an extra fifteen pounds; I see hot as fuck. It works.”

My cheeks flushed. “Yes, well…”

“You really are adorable when you’re embarrassed.”

I hit him with a look, pursing my lips so I didn’t smile at him. “Next up: we have to assume that at some point, if I don’t kill you, you’ll move into my room.”

“Wait. Why am I moving into your room?” He flattened his hands on the island.

“Would you like to sleep in your room tonight knowing that me and my extra fifteen pounds of hotness are on the other side of the wall? In the bigger bedroom?”

He went to say something then stopped, shaking his head. “That would last all of about ten minutes. I can’t sleep with my hand cupping your boob if there’s a wall between us.”

Yeah. That was way more comfortable for him than me. It didn’t matter that it was comfortable when I put my hand on my boob. I bet it wouldn’t be comfortable for him if I spent the entire night with my hand on his cock.

“You know, for someone who said we weren’t exclusive, sharing a room is pretty damn serious.” Laughter glinted in his eyes.

I shrugged. “I’m a planner. I like to plan. Like I said, it all depends on whether I kill you or not. We might not even make it past three dates.”

“We’ll make it past three dates.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Because.” He walked around the island, coming to me, and spun me around on the stool. He plucked the pen from my fingers and set it down, smiling down at me.

“Because what?”

His fingers tingled as they brushed my skin and pushed some hair behind my ear. “Because three dates means you’re my girlfriend whether you like it or not, and then nobody else ever has to see my embarrassing baby pictures.”

My lips thinned. “It’s nice to know you want to date me to keep those under wraps.”

“I figure you’ll find a way to share them with just about everyone at some point,” he continued. “But this will delay it for a couple of years, at least.”

“I think you’re insane. I might put them on Facebook tomorrow. Your mom will share them with me in a heartbeat.”

“My mother is a traitor.”

“She’s the best. I might date you just so I can eventually marry you and have her be my mother-in-law.”

“So you’d marry me for my mother?”

I nodded. “You go find yourself another girl like that. Go on. I’ll wait.”

He trapped me against the island by putting his hands on either side of me. “I don’t want to find another girl like that. I like the one I have in front of me just fine.”