It was time to trade.

Since Boom had given Zion a key after saying, “Looks like you’re stickin’ around, so here, Gun wants you to have a key and thought it’s better comin’ from me since it’s my place and all,” I’d have to listen out for the key in the door.

However, while I waited, I picked up the current paperback, which I quickly got lost in, so when a throat cleared from the doorway, I jumped.

“So, you read naked?” Zion teased with a smirk.

I chuckled, my face heating. “Not usually. Only when I know my man is comin’ home.”

He stepped into the room and closed our door. “I’m guessin’ Boom and Wendy won’t be home.”

“You guessed right,” I told him.

He paused, removing his vest when he spotted his guitar. His eyes lifted to me, his brow shooting up.

“I didn’t go there,” I said. Zion still wouldn’t let me there until he moved into his new place. “Lucas was happy to grab it for me.”

He snorted. “Of course he was.” He placed his vest over the chaise lounge and removed his tee, dropping it to the floor. “Let me guess if I have this situation straight. You want me to play you a song, and I’ll get to listen to a book?” His gaze shifted to the side. He grinned. “I also get to see your drawin’s?”

“Yes, as an added bonus, you’ll get my ass as well.”

His eyes flared and heated. He closed them and swallowed. He leveled me with a gaze full of desire, yet he still asked, “Are you sure your leg’s—”

“Shut up. I’m fine. Besides, you’ll be doin’ all the work to pleasure me.”

His smile was wicked. “Yeah, lover, I’ll pleasure you in every damn way.”

“Then give me a song, Zion,” I ordered. Already I was thickening from just watching him. He winked and picked up his guitar. He pulled the chaise lounge away from the end of the bed and sat on it, facing me. With the guitar on his lap, he strummed a few beats, listening to the tone.

I didn’t expect how hot he would look sitting shirtless with his fingers strumming over a guitar while looking at me with soft eyes and a small smile. “Any preference in song?”

“You pick,” I told him, my tone gentle.

His fingers worked like magic over the notes. He was skilled, more than I thought he would be. My eyes flicked up when he began to sing. My heart stumbled. I quivered from his voice as he sang the first lines of “Human” by Rag’n’Bone Man.

My pulse raced. I didn’t expect him to sing along with the guitar. I didn’t know he’d have an amazing voice. But he did.

Jesus Christ. I was dating a god.

He was fucking perfect.

His voice faltered over a couple of words when he noticed I’d gone hard. I grabbed a pillow to cover myself because I didn’t want him distracted. He continued, and I was lost in watching him.