The Roommate Agreement(65)

I grinned and walked back. “I’m still taking photos of you with your little submarine.”

“That is how you show me you love me,” he replied, his expression mirroring mine. “And to show you how much I love you, I have a video of the pageant you auditioned for when you were eight.”

I gasped. “I’m rethinking how much I love you.”

“You can try.” He smacked his lips together in an air-kiss. “But I’ll always be the guy who picked up his socks and bought you unicorn stickers for when you hit your word count.”

I turned and walked backward. “You play dirty, Cooper.”

He grinned. “You want a sticker for that observation, the future Mrs. Cooper?”

“Watch your mouth,” I warned him. “I might love you, but I’m not above giving you a Post-It warning everyone that your ass belongs to me.”

“That’s one sticker I’ll wear with pride.” He smirked. “As long as there isn’t a smiley-face on it.”

My lips tugged up. “Nope. It’ll be a sad face.”

His laughter followed me into our room, and I managed to keep mine under wraps until I was alone.

Dear Past Shelby:

Falling for your best friend?

It’s not such a bad idea after all.