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CHAPTER 50
PAIGE
“I’ve completely forgotten how annoying this is.”
Oliver peeks at me over the cover of his book. “What?” he asks from the reading chair by the bookshelf.
“Applying for jobs,” I answer from my spot on the floor nearby. I shake my head at the countless documents open on my laptop on the coffee table in front of me. My — very outdated — résumé. My work history. My transcript. Graham’s glowing letter of recommendation. “I haven’t done this in, like... six years.”
Oliver gently places his bookmark between the pristine pages of my copy of Deep Midnight by Melanie Rose. He sits up, plants his feet on the floor, and shuffles a close enough to me to bend down and wrap his arms around my shoulders. “Do you really need to do that now?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer. “I’m unemployed! I need to send this thing out ASAP.”
“Or... you could stay unemployed for a while,” he suggests. “Take some time off. Travel around with me.”
He kisses my neck; another strategic act to tempt me.
“I could. I might, actually. But I’ll feel better about it if I actually have some applications in people’s inboxes — stop that.”
He withdraws his tongue from my earlobe. “What?” he asks innocently.
“Stop purposefully distracting me with your lips.”
He pulls back an inch. “Okay...”
His hand travels downward and cups my breast over my shirt.
I laugh. “Excuse me. What did I say?”
“You said nothing about not distracting you with my hands...”
I grab his wrists to keep them from going lower.
He chuckles. “All right. Fine.” He sits back, for real this time. “Is there anything I can help with?”
“No,” I say with a sigh at my laptop. “Just need to update my résumé and put all of this together. Which reminds me, I need to find a good PDF creator. Maybe pick a new font. Does this font look professional to you?”
Oliver scoops me off the floor. I yelp in surprise as he perches me on his lap and holds me against him.
“Oliver,” I scold with a smile.
He kisses me anyway. “Sorry, not sorry,” he says. “You’re just so cute when you start listing off your to-do list.”
I kiss him back. I can’t help it. “Oli, I love you, but I really need to get this done...”
“You’ll be just as unemployed in five minutes,” he teases with a kiss along my jaw.
I tremble as his hand inches beneath my shirt. “Well, when you put it that way, it seems... logical.”
Another kiss on the lips. Another caress of his hands.
And I’m his.
“I guess I can spare five little minutes...” I say, succumbing to his kiss again.
A knock taps the door.
Oliver groans and pulls me closer.
