Chapter 12: He Wouldn’t Last
Zayne kicked the door open and stepped out. He tried to put her down, Everlyn however, wrapped her legs around his waist, lips drawing a line of grin.
"You think I’m that easy?" she questioned, seeming offended. "What makes you think I’m just going to let you pick me up like that and put me out here?"
"So, what?"
His eyes crinkled along with his amusement.
"You think this is going to stop me? That I can’t get you off me if I want to?"
"I want to see you try. I grew up with two assholes for a brother. Don’t think that I’m that easy to deal with."
She reached for his shoulder, grabbing and gumming herself to him. Her hold was tight, fingers locked. Her voice brewed into his ear, "I’m not going to whatever guest room you mentioned, Zayne. Since I might lose, I don’t see what’s wrong with getting used to you. Married couples are supposed to share a bed, I believe it’s best we start now, don’t you think?"
She laughed softly. "See, the only option is to share this room of yours with me, and that doesn’t exclude your bed. You’re not getting me off you, not unless I want to, and the only way that’s happening is if you take me back in there and close this door."
Zayne gripped the back of her shirt. He pulled, to rip her off him, she, however, held tight, grunting.
"This is pointless." She glared daggers at him. "Even if you do get me off you, I’ll break this door. You better choose wisely!"
The man dropped his arms to his sides, throwing his head back to face the ceiling, eyes shut.