My mind begins to race with possibilities. “I wonder if that girl still needs a roommate.” The question is for myself, though I murmur it aloud. If I’m going to return to school, I’ll need to find another living situation. “f**k, no. You’ll live here with me. Once you graduate, you can decide where we go from there.” “Move in?” I balk. “Z, we’ve been on exactly one date. Don’t you think that might be rushing things?” The gorgeous, cryptic man moves on top of me, pressing his hard length into the junction of my thighs. “I told you my definition of rushing might be different than yours. We’ve known each other too long and been through too much to follow some arbitrary timetable. I’m not missing out on a single opportunity to be near you.” I gasp at the coiling tension stirring in my belly. “
