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I rolled my eyes. “I’ll have to think about the living together thing.”

“Seriously, please do. It would be awesome.”

I scoffed at him, and he grinned. He turned away from me to get the rest of his things, pulling on his socks and shoes, as I pulled on my heels with a slight wince. I watched as he folded his coat over his arm, carefully, and looked up at me.

“Ready to go?”

I nodded, and we left the room.

The ride down in the elevator wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it would be, but that was probably because I kept thinking about how he’d shoved me up against the wall and kissed me. I shot looks at him out the corner of my eye and noticed him doing the same. When our eyes met, he grinned, and an answering smirk crossed my lips.

I had to admit I was thinking about this, not just joking about it. The same thoughts must have been running through his mind. When we walked out of the elevator on the first floor, he broached the subject.

“So, do you think we can talk next week?”

I felt more amused now than ashamed, and I owed him for making it less awkward for me.

“For the booty call, or for us moving in together?” I teased.

“The move, actually,” he said, sounding serious. “I wasn’t kidding before. An inexpensive roommate would probably save me. The last guy moved out, and I’ve got a room.” He ruined the serious air when he waggled his eyebrows. “I could make it worth your while.”

I snorted with a roll of my eyes, but I smiled. “Sure, Zach,” I said. “I’ll keep in touch, and we can sort something out.”

His eyebrows shot up, likely wondering if I was joking or not, but I didn’t wait around for him to clarify. I hurried out the hotel entrance, hearing his chuckle behind me as we went our separate ways.

Chapter 4

Zach

I sat with Chad in my living room. He was a mutual friend who’d been at the wedding yesterday, though I’d lost touch with him the moment I caught sight of Scarlett. We’d both gone solo to the wedding, and when I opened my door and saw him there, I couldn’t help grinning at the remembered night.

Of course, he knew me, so he knew what my look meant, and I’d gone to get us both beers while he situated himself on my couch before he could ask me about it.

I knew he wouldn’t let it go.

“Look, I know you got with someone, so you might as well tell me who it was, you bastard, or I’ll punch you so hard.”

I rolled my eyes at the threat and took a sip of beer. Then I sent him a look, my eyebrows arched.

“’Hey, Zach. How’s it going? Can I come in? Oh, thanks for the drink,’” I said with heavy sarcasm.

He rolled his eyes right back at me. “Please, as if you’ve never just waltzed into my place and made yourself at home plenty of times after your one night stands.”

He picked up the beer I’d left for him on the table, popping off the cap and taking a deep gulp.

“It’s not like I’m the only one that got some last night, or you wouldn’t be here.”

Chad’s face broke out into a grin. “So you do admit you hooked up with someone. Who? One of the bridesmaids?”

“Yes,” I quietly said.

He glared at me, waiting for more.

I wasn’t sure whether to tell him or not. If Scarlett had taken the talk between us seriously, we might be hooking up quite a bit more in the future, at least, I hoped we would. It wasn’t exactly something we could keep a secret from our circle of friends, considering how close we all were. Besides, she might decide to tell someone too.

I shrugged and said, “Scarlett.”

Chad was frozen for a moment, then his jaw dropped. And then he laughed, hard. I felt a little offended.