Page 60 of Switchin' Lanes

“Party in your room?” Kicks smirks.

“Yeah, and you’re not invited.”

He grabs his chest, feigning hurt. “That cut deep, bro.”

“You’ll heal quickly.” I laugh, turning and walking back to my room.

“Thank fuck. I’m starvin’,” Diesel says when I walk back in.

“Did I make you work up an appetite?” I wink at him.

“Hell yeah, but I could go for another round.” He smiles.

“And I’m the insatiable one?” I chuckle.

He shrugs a shoulder. “What can I say? You’re delectable.”

“Eat.” I kiss him on the lips. “Then we’ll talk about a round three.”

“I never thought I’d enjoy bein’ told what to do.” He smirks.

“I seem to have that effect on people,” I tease.

“Don’t get too cocky.” He shoots back.

I climb on the bed, sitting next to him with my back against the headboard.

“I’m glad the three of us figured things out,” he says after a couple of minutes.

“So am I. Everything feels right,” I agree.

We eat our pizza and fall into a comfortable silence while watchingBad Boys Twoon Netflix.