I burst out laughing at her accusation. “I was not. I asked for a dance and that’s all it took to get your panties off.”
“Drew!” She chuckles. “That’s not true! You kept asking me to dance so no one else would!”
“Oh, shit. You figured that out, did you?”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against my chest. “I guess it did take me seeing you get hit on by numerous drunk guys, and the thought of you going home with any of them didn’t sit well with me.”
“And that’s when you realized you had to have me, right?” She smirks.
“Don’t push it. Logan threatened to dance with you and there was no way in hell I was letting him get anywhere near you.”
“So, you went all alpha caveman when you realized I was more than just your blueberry-muffin-baking roommate?”
“Well, it didn’t help you were always parading around half-naked.”
Her head falls back with laughter. “You were always walking around shirtless!”
“No one said you had to look,” I say, digging my fingers into her hips. I lower my head to her neck and press a kiss under her ear. “But I’m glad you did.”
She shivers as my tongue travels up her jawline and I press my lips to hers.
“Ugh,” she groans, pushing me away.
“What?” I pinch my brows together.
“You smell like wood. Your nasty protein shake reeks.” She makes a face and wrinkles her nose.
I lower my hand down to my crotch and grab myself. “Speaking of wood…”
Her eyes follow down my body. “Drew! Oh my God! You’re going to make me late! I have to get to work.”
“Oh, come on. Just a quickie,” I tease, wrapping my arms back around her and smothering her against the kitchen counter.
“No! I can’t! I have to call Viola on my way to work, and then I’m looking up ugly Christmas sweaters on my lunch break. So, you’ll just have to keep Mr. Happy in your pants for now.”
“Mr. Happy, do you hear that? We’re being rejected.”
She bursts out laughing and presses her lips to mine once more. “What am I going to do with you two?”
“Maybe you can make it up to us tonight?” I smile.
“We’ll see.” She starts walking out of the kitchen and grabs her things off the table. “I’ll see you after work! Love you!”
“Love you more,” I call back just as she rushes out the door. I have the entire day to wait for her, which sucks, but it’s nice having a day off finally. It’s been a long week.
I call Logan who I know also has today off and ask if he wants to join me at the gym. He does, so we meet up and I give him shit for agreeing to come to Kayla’s party.
“What was I supposed to say? She bluntly asked me and caught me off guard,” he explains as he spots me on the bench-press.
“Yeah, Courtney is pretty hard to say no to, hence why I’m being forced to wear an ugly Christmas sweater.”
Logan smiles and shakes his head. “See what happens when you’re in a serious relationship? You get roped into all kinds of weird shit.”
He helps me return the bar and I sit up, rubbing the towel along my neck and forehead.
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.”
“That’s because you know you’ve found the right girl now. You don’t always know it’s the wrong girl until it’s too late,” he says, and I know he’s referring to his ex.
“So, then what? You’re writing off dating all together?” I ask as we switch places. I spot him as he lowers the bar to his chest.
“When would I have time to date anyway? Girls take up time and energy.” He counts to ten to himself before I help spot the bar back up. “And money,” he adds, and I smile.
“Yeah, that’s all very true, but you don’t think about those things when you’re with the girl you’re supposed to be with. Then you start wondering how you ever lived without them.”
“I can’t talk to you when you’re all in love.”
I laugh as we switch places once again, but this time he adds more weight to the bar.
“Well, just a heads up, Court is trying to hook you and Kayla up together.” I lift the bar out of the holder, but instead of spotting me, Logan spaces out and lets the bar fall on my chest.
“Shit,” he mutters as soon as he hears me yelling at him. “Sorry about that.”
“What the hell?” We put the bar back up, and I slide out from underneath it. He must’ve added an extra fifty pounds to it.
“Sorry, you just caught me off guard.” His jaw tenses and I notice a weird expression flash across his face.
“About Kayla?” I inquire, not realizing it would affect him this much.