“One male one female,” I reply. “Why?”
Summer smirks. “You’re gorgeous. You living with another man is going to drive him insane.”
Well, he is going to have to deal.
Tag and Ryan walk back into the bar. They are both good looking. Anyone could see why this place was normally swarming with females. It was early still, only five PM, and the place would be filling out by about seven. Tag’s eyes are focused on me, and mine on him. We are drawn to each other, always. It is a weird sensation, but one I am getting used to. It is almost as if I can feel when he enters and exits a room.
“Clara, do you want to make out in the back of Ryan’s new car?” Tag calls out, eyes bright with mischief.
“Hell no,” Ryan replies, smirking. “Christening the back seat is saved for Taiya.”
I’d never met Ryan’s wife, Taiya, but I’ve heard she is beautiful inside and out. Summer and her were really good friends. Taiya was pregnant and didn’t come out to the bar much, or so I was told.
Tag’s arm comes around me as he pulls me back against his chest. “Working hard I see.”
I playfully elbow him. “Everything is done, and you know it. Just waiting for the place to fill out now.”
His eyes dart to the back door leading to the office. Then, he glances at Ryan, who cracks up laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, glancing between the two of them.
Summer smirks. “Ryan used to use that room as a fuck pad before he settled down.”
My gaze cuts to Ryan. “Really?”
He shrugs sheepishly and leans against the counter. “It’s not very comfortable.”
Tag kisses the side of my neck. “Ryan, Clara and I need a break.”
“That can’t be very sanitary,” I whisper to him, frowning.
Summer laughs. “I’ll disinfect the room after.”
“And their hands,” Ryan adds.
“And mouths,” Tag says, grinning.
I look between all of them “Yeah, no. This is weird.”
Tag’s body shakes with silent laughter. I spin around and rest my breasts against his hard chest. “Why are you laughing? You have to wait all night until we get home to get some action now.”
“Home?” he asks, expression softening.
I shrug. “It’s my home for now.”
“Until she moves in with some sexy uni dude!” Summer calls out.
Tag looks at Summer then back at me. “What’s she talking about?”
I give Summer a less than impressed look then look Tag right in the eye. “I found a place to rent. I’ll be sharing with two students, one guy and one girl.”
He’s silent for a few tense seconds. “When were you going to tell me?”
“I just saw the ad today and called them,” I say. “I was going to tell you tonight.”
“I don’t think—”
He trails off when a large group of male customers walks in.
“Later,” he mouths at me, and I nod.
Looks like we have unfinished business.
“So how old is this guy?” Tag asks as I walk out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy, white towel.
I sigh. “I don’t know. I just know he goes to uni. I don’t have any other information.”
“So, he could be a fuckin’ rapist or something?”
I purse my lips. “Tag, come on. I can’t just live here with you forever.”
“Why not?” he asks, his eyes widening like he’d surprised himself.
“Tag,” I say quietly, tilting my head to the side. “I don’t know what you want from me here. You don’t want to be in a relationship with me yet you don’t want me to move out.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “You’re already here, so you may as well stay. You know I like having you here. You don’t have to go live with some fuckin’ horny stranger.”
“That’s what you’re worried about? I’m crazy over you Tag. You think I’m going to cheat on you the first chance I get? Because I’m not like that. Even if you’re not serious about me, I’m serious about you. I’m yours Tag, even if you’re not mine.”
He studies me for a few moments, his eyes flashing with various emotions I can’t pinpoint.
“You want something from me I can’t give you,” he replies, voice sounding hoarse.
What was his deal with commitment? Did he have a bad relationship? Maybe something to do with Bella’s mum? It felt like I was paying for another woman’s mistakes. I don’t think he realised we were in a relationship, just without the label. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to bring it up, because it would probably make him run scared.
“I know Tag,” I murmur. “But then don’t expect me to do what you want. If I want to move out with whomever, I’ll do it. And you can’t exactly say anything now can you?”
A muscle ticks in his jaw. “You just said you were mine.”
“I did, and I mean it. But like I also said, I’m yours, but you’re not mine. What is it you once said to me? Oh right, you’re always single. So are you single Tag? Even now?”
My voice breaks on the last few words.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you since we slept together,” he says, scanning my face.
Was he asking me to read between the lines? Go by actions and not words? I could do that, but eventually, I would want to hear the words from him.