“JP.” Her bottom lip trembles and she sweeps her gaze away from me and toward the house. “Can we go inside? I want to forget for a little while. Forget that this happened and that everything’s a mess. I know it’s probably not the best idea. Avoidance but I need you.” I already know where her mind is going and my dick hardens thinking about the fact that being inside of her might be the only thing to calm us after what we’ve been through today. I follow her into the house and when I close the door behind her, she turns to face me. Her brown eyes sparkling with mischief and I half expect her to drop to her knees and pull my pants down. “Do you still have… our stuff?”

Ah, that would have been my second guess. I raise an eyebrow knowing what she means by that and I make my way into the kitchen toward my bar cart. I was already planning to make us both a drink but if she’s asking for that then I know we definitely need whiskey. She follows behind me and presses up against me as I grab the highball glasses from my cabinet. “What did you have in mind?” I knew what she wanted but I wanted to hear her say it.

“I do recall being told that you’d let me inside you again when I moved in.” She hops up on the counter and begins to swing her legs like she’d just asked for the most innocent thing in the world and not to fuck me with a strap-on. “I’m here to collect.”

“Have you?” I ask her. “Moved in?”

She looks up at the ceiling before turning as a cheeky grin spreads across her face. “Well, I’m pretty sure I don’t have any other options at the moment.” I shoot her a glare as I peel the orange for the old-fashioned drinks, I plan to make us. She presses her finger to my cheek which I notice she does when she wants my dimple to show and I can’t help but oblige her. “Can I move in, JP?” She flutters her eyes at me. “I would very much like to live with you… here, if that’s okay?”

The idea of Whitney being here twenty-four-seven, makes my dick hard. Holding her every night before bed, late night showers and talking well into the night, morning sex without wondering who might call her wondering where she slept the night before, having quiet nights in where I can cook her dinner and rub her feet after a long day of classes. Having all of her things all over my bedroom and bathroom turning it into our bedroom and our bathroom. I wanted those things and I wanted them yesterday.