“I live here,” I informed him and then went back to staring at my iPad screen before tacking on, “Luna got called into work. She won’t be back until really late.”

Instead of leaving, he moved further into the living room and plopped his ass down on the couch, in the corner closest to the chair, where I happened to be sitting. I glanced up and just stared until he blinked and grinned at me.

“I think I’ll wait for her,” he said.

I shrugged like it made no difference to me and then turned back to my iPad and started typing. Ignoring him was apparently going to be impossible though because he leaned over, trying to peek at what I was doing. I turned the screen, angling it further away from him and attempted to continue my work.

“Can I read it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to,” I huffed out.

“Is it because I’m the star of the book?”

My eyes swept up to meet his denim blue orbs that seemed to hold so much amusement in them. “Why in the world would you think I was writing about you?”

“It’s the only reason you’d be afraid of me to read it,” he told me, with enough confidence that he thought he spoke the gospel.

“What zip code does your ego live in? I think you might need to rein it in some, because it’s managed to get out of bounds.”

“Nah, my ego is not that big. There are other parts of me though…” He laughed as I slammed my iPad shut. I really needed to stop doing that. I did not need to have to replace that or the magic keyboard.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Sitting here, trying to convince you to let me read your book.” His innocent act wasn’t fooling me, especially after watching him attempt to bat his denim blue eyes at me.

“Seriously, Wes, what the hell are you doing? Your sister wouldn’t want you to wait around all night for her.”

“Why is she working on a Thursday night anyway?”

“I told you she got called in.” I shrugged. “Some party that they were short staffed for.”

“And when did you become my sister’s roommate?”

“A while ago,” I answered.

“I wasn’t aware my sister needed a roommate.”

I shrugged my shoulder again. “That’s something you should take up with her. I don’t know her business. She had a place available, and I needed something, so it all worked out.”

“I thought you already had an apartment?”

“I have never had an apartment,” I countered.

“Yes, you did. I know this for a fact because you used to be my neighbor.”

I shook my head, getting angry with him. “You know, better than anyone, that it was all a lie.”

“I don’t actually, especially since my best friend has been hold up inside that apartment drinking himself to death.”

“And that’s my problem how?”

“He fucked up,” Wes insisted.