After

Chapter 81.

He looks away from me and towards the door as if planning an exit route. "I.. I don't know I just felt like having a drink.. well drinks. Can you please stop being mad at me? I love you." He says and brings his eyes to meet mine.

His simple words dissolve most of my anger and I find myself wanting his arms around me.

"I'm not mad at you, I just don't want to backtrack in our relationship. I don't like when you turn on me for no reason then you just left. If you're mad about something I want you to talk to me about it."

"You just don't like to not have control over everything." He says.

"Excuse me?"

"You're a control freak." He shrugs as if it's a known fact.

"No I am  not. I just like things a certain way."

"Yea, your way."

"So we aren't done fighting then? Anything else you want to throw in there while you're are it?" I snap.

"Nope, just that you're a control freak and I really want you to move in with me." He says. What?

His moods literally give me whiplash.

"You should move in with me, I found an apartment today. I haven't signed anything yet but it's a nice place."

"When?" It is hard to keep up with the five personalities of Hardin Scott.

"After I left here."

"Before you got drunk?" I ask. He rolls his eyes. The light from the lamp hits the metal of his eyebrow ring, I ignore how attractive that is.

"Yes, before I got drunk. So what do you say? Are you going to move in with me?"

"I know you are new at this dating thing, but people don't usually insult their girlfriend and ask them to move in with them in the same sentence." I tell him, chewing my bottom lip to suppress my smile. 

"Well sometimes the said girlfriend needs to lighten up." He grins. Even when he is drunk he is charming as hell.

"Well then, said boyfriend needs to stop being a jerk." I retaliate. He laughs and moves from the chair over to my bed.

"I am trying not to be a jerk, I really am. Sometimes I can't help it." He sits on the edge of the bed.

"I know." I sigh. Regardless of this episode tonight he really has been trying to be nicer to me, being a jerk comes naturally to him. I don't want to make excuses for him but he has done much better than I expected.

"So you will move in with me?" He smiles.

"Jesus, let's take this one step at a time. I will stop being mad at you for now." I tell him and sit up.

"Now come to bed with me." I instruct. He nods and stands up to pull his jeans off. When he removes his shirt he hands it to me. I love that he wants me to wear his dirty shirts as much as I want to.

"Put your jeans on the dresser please." I ask and he raises his eyebrow at me as if to say "See, control freak." 

As he turns around I pull my t-shirt off and slip his over my head.

"Fuck." He blurts out and I look up. "What are you wearing?" His eyes are dark and wide.

"I.. I got some new underwear today." I flush and look away.

"I see that. Take the shirt off." He demands. With shaky fingers I lift the shirt back off and sit it on the bed.

"Fuck." He repeats again.