today. Everything about it. I especially love how Ryle looks, leaning
against my car, watching me.
“You’re really beautiful when you’re happy.”
Ugh! This day! Perfect!
- • •
We’re making our way up the stairs to my apartment when Ryle grabs
my waist and pushes me against the wall. He just starts kissing me,
right there in the stairwell.
“Impatient,” I mutter.
He laughs and cups my ass with both of his hands. “Nope. It’s this
onesie. You really should consider making this your business attire.”
He kisses me again and doesn’t stop kissing me until someone passes
us, heading down the stairs.
The guy mumbles, “Nice onesies,” as he squeezes past us. “Did the
Bruins win?”
Ryle nods. “Three to one,” he responds, without looking up at the
guy.
“Nice,” the guy says.
Once he’s gone, I step away from Ryle. “What is this onesie thing?
Does every male in Boston know about this?”
He laughs and says, “Free beer, Lily. It’s free beer.” He pulls me up
the stairs, and when we walk in the door, Lucy is standing at the
kitchen table taping up a box of her stuff. There’s another box she
hasn’t taped up yet and I could swear I see a bowl that I bought at
HomeGoods sticking out of the top. She said she’d have all her stuff
out by next week, but I have a feeling she’ll conveniently have some of
my stuff out, too.
“Who are you?” she asks, looking Ryle up and down.
“Ryle Kincaid. I’m Lily’s boyfriend.”
Lily’s boyfriend.
Did you hear that?
Boyfriend.
It’s the first time he’s confirmed it, and he said it so confidently.
“My boyfriend, huh?” I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of wine
and two wineglasses.