Page 83 of Psycho

“I’ll buy you another.”

“What—” August tried again. “What was that for?”

Lucas’s face fell in a look August was certain he’d practiced before he’d arrived. “You don’t remember?”

“Remember what?” August asked, hooking an eyebrow up so Lucas knew he was onto him.

Lucas grinned. “It’s our seven week anniversary.”

“Our what?”

“You said you didn’t care if it took seven weeks, seven months, or seven years. We made it seven weeks. Happy anniversary.”

August snorted. “Please, tell me you didn’t tell Bianca this was all part of your little plan? She’ll be downright insufferable if she thinks she helped me get laid.”

“I didn’t tell her all the details. Just that I wanted to surprise you for lunch and that it was hard to do that when we have lunch every day. Now that she’s right across the hall from your office and not mine, she was much more inclined to oblige. She probably wanted to eavesdrop.”

Now that they’d finally arranged the offices by department, Bianca was his new hallmate. When the blinds were open, she could stare straight into his office. August now kept his blinds closed.

Lucas waved a hand. “You know her. She likes to be included. Besides, she thinks if we’re BFFs then she’ll get all the hot gossip about us first.”

“There’s hot gossip about us?” August asked.

Lucas scoffed. “Didn’t you know? There’s a whole very sordid tale about us. Even the students know.”

August raised a brow. “And what’s that?”

“That I, the crazy, slutty—but super hot—mental patient, seduced you, the sweet, oblivious—but also super hot—billionaire into moving in with me after just seven days. And ever since then, I’ve been keeping you sated with my kinky, sexual exploits while I slowly syphon all your riches into an offshore bank account so I can leave you for the pool boy.”

August grinned. “Wow. All that and grading finals. You’re quite the multitasker,umnishka.”

“I know, right?” Lucas said.

“We don’t have a pool boy,” August remarked as an afterthought.

Lucas shrugged. “We don’t have a pool. It seems silly to hire a pool boy.” He seemed to reconsider. “It might be fun to watch him walk around in one of those little Speedos, though. No?”

August pinched him hard. “You will not be watching anybody in a Speedo.”

“Except you?” Lucas asked hopefully.

“I’m not wearing a Speedo.”

“Please?” Lucas asked.

“Maybe for our seven year anniversary,” August teased.

Lucas’s face grew serious. “Do you think you’ll still want me in seven years?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions. I’ll want you forever. The question is, will you still want to put up with me in seven years?”

Lucas laughed softly. “The psycho and the psychic. We’re truly not fit for anybody but each other. We’re stuck together.”

August kissed his forehead. “That suits me just fine.”

“Me too,” Lucas said before adding, “But I’m serious. We’re literally stuck together. Let’s go home so we can clean up properly.”

“I have afternoon classes. So do you,” August reminded him.