Colour. Part 21

“Okay.” I stretched in bed and yawned, wishing he wasn’t so attractive. It made it so much more difficult.

Seeing his apartment also made it difficult. I peeked around his bedroom and noticed how bare everything was.

“Call me if Thomas comes around. You are not to deal with him alone, okay? And you can tell Morgan I said she’s a fucking idiot.”

“We’re going to have to help her. You know that, right?”

He gave me a grim nod. “I’m already on it. Emphasis on the ‘I’. I don’t want you any more involved than you already are.”

I knelt on the bed and crawled over to him, mussing up his straight tie before meeting his eyes. “Be careful. He’s not preppy, like you.”

Tate let out a short laugh, although he looked like anything but amused. “Preppy?”

“Yeah. Or should I call you a yuppie? Is that still a thing?”

“You’ve been watching too many 80s movies.”

I smiled and kissed him, keeping my eyes open to watch him close his own. I loved watching