Page 64 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“It’s broad daylight, West. And it’s only two blocks away.”

“It’s Hollywood.”

“Yeah, the land of dreams.” She gives me jazz hands.

I laugh. It’s impossible not to laugh at her.

“You’re crazy. And I think you mean, the land of opportunists. Just because it’s Hollywood doesn’t mean it’s glamorous, Pins. West Hollywood has the highest crime rate in the nation. Rape, murder, robbery.” I tick off on my fingers.

“Okay, Mr. Statistics, take it easy.” She holds her hands up. “I live in New York. I do know how to take care of myself.”

“I don’t care. You’re not walking around here alone again. And, hang on, you live in New York?” I didn’t know that, which is weird, considering I spent most of last night and this morning inside her.

“I do.”

“City girl, huh?” I grin, liking the idea for some reason.

“What’s with the grin?” she asks, suspiciously eyeing me.

“Nothing.” I shrug, still smiling as I walk toward her. “You living in the city is just kinda hot, is all.”

“Seriously? I’m starting to think that you find most things hot.”

Reaching her, I slide my hands around her tiny waist. “When it comes to you, that’s true.”

I kiss her glossy pink lips. They taste like strawberries.

When I pull back, her eyes are all soft—just like I like her.

“So, where’s home for you?” she asks me, fingers curling into the collar of my sweater, which now smells like her. I also like that a lot.

“Oregon.”

“Oregon?”

“Yeah. Why do you look so surprised?”

“I just figured all you celebs lived in the Hills. So, why Oregon?”

“Because that’s where my house is.”

“Funny.” She lightly jabs me in the arm.

“Hey! Careful with the merchandise. This makes me my living.” I gesture to my body, playing with her.

She rolls her eyes, and I just have to kiss her again.

“Oregon is home. I grew up there,” I tell her.

“Sounds nice.” She smiles.

“It is. So, what was it like, growing up in New York?”

Her eyes change, hardening, and her body tenses in my arms. “I didn’t grow up in New York. I moved there when I was eighteen.”

“Okay. So, where is home?”

“New York is home.” She looks past me. “But I grew up in Philadelphia.”