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“Yes, but not enough tolivehere. Why aren’t you freaking out more?”
“Iam,but I’ve been arguing with them about this for a while, and I knew this would come up eventually.”
I closed my eyes, trying to think of a way out of this, but one of my damn fake eyelashes stabbed my eyeball, and that was the last straw.
“God, I have to get out of this fucking makeup, and then I can deal with this disaster.”
I walked to the hallway bathroom and grabbed my face wash to scrub everything off.
“I could get a place nearby,” Levi offered as I worked on it.
“And when Isra and Nancy show up, you just come over? They’re packing up your stuff. They’ll know if it’s not here. And—shit, I forgot a towel.”
I heard footsteps and then cloth touched my face. “I’ve got it,” he said, gently wiping off the water. Once it was out of my eyes, I was left gazing at him with a terrifying realization.
If he moved in, I would fall for him.
“Be honest with me, will your mom and Isra know if you don’t live here?”
“They’ll figure it out eventually. They notice way too much.”
I tried to put myself in their shoes, and I knew that if I saw two people rush to get married and then live separately, I would question it.
There was no way to sell this without him being in my house.
“Just stay in the guest room,” I muttered. “I have space in there.”
“Are you sure?”
“No, but this is the best option. But don’t be surprised when you get bored of watching me sit around and read all day.”
“Reading, huh?” His lips curled into a smile. “We have the same hobby.”
“You read?”
“Every day.”
I put a hand on my hip. “What do you read? Don’t tell me it’s business nonfiction books.”
“Good guess, but no.”
“Self-help.”
“Wrong again.”
“Thriller?”
“No.”
“Mystery?”
“Do you want to keep making wild guesses, or would you just like me to tell you?”
“Please tell me. I’m on the edge of my proverbial seat.”
“I read romance.”
That was not the answer I expected. “You read ... romance. Like the genre?”