Harley~
Nick grabs his still-packed bag from our trip to Culer City, and we head up the stairs. He has no trouble with the lock that sticks and hands me my keys after opening the door. My hands are sweaty and my knees weak as I flip on the ceiling fan light and put the keys on the hook by the door before turning to face him.
"I'm sure it's not what you're used to, but it's comfortable."
He tossed his bag onto the sofa and pulled me into him. "As long as you are with me, a cardboard box under a bridge would satisfy me, Amante."
I'm picturing our cardboard house rocking on that bridge and feel the impact of my dirty thoughts on my cheeks. Nick grinned at me as if he'd read my mind. Taking his hand and biting my lip, I led him down the hallway to my bedroom, where I realized I hadn't thou
