Page 86 of Last First Kiss
“Didn’t you hear?” she sniffled. “I’m going to be a movie consultant. I have a meeting with NHN when the movie wraps up. But that means you may still have me around while you work—if I’m hired for a project you’re working on, that is.”
“Will you throw snarky jealous fits when a co-star flirts with me?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Then I can’t wait.” He moved close and kissed her forehead. “By the way, you’re moving in with me.”
With her good arm she raised her hand and gave him the finger. But she had a big smile as she did it. “I love you too, Monroe.”
* * *
Two weeks later . . .
“Hurry up, Tiger! We’re going to be late,” he yelled from the front door.
“Hold your fucking horses, Monroe. I’ll be right down.” Annie’s arm was still in a sling but she was healing quickly. Today they were going to go her apartment to move her out.
“The moving truck will be there in a few minutes. I just need you to sit and point to what you’re taking and what you’re leaving.”
She jogged down the stairs, right past him, looking at the watercolor canvas of a tiger on the wall that had been delivered to the house a few days ago. It was her favorite gift ever, she had said. “Okay, let’s go.”
“Wait!” he yelled, and she stopped in her tracks.
“What? What happened?”
“Nothing, just wanted to kiss you, is all.” He kissed her sweetly on the lips but then she pressed her body against his, a low moan escaping her lips.
“Love you, crazy,” he said, locking up the house and walking her to the car.
* * *
After the movers left, Xander, Rocco, and Annie sat at the dining room table eating pizza. “I’ll miss you,” Xander said.
“I’ll miss you too.”
“My little girl, all grown up and moving in with a boy!” he said dramatically, causing Rocco to laugh.
“The rest of the year is paid for, by the way.”
“What?” Both Annie and Xander yelled.
“I’m loaded. It’s not a big deal. I didn’t want you worrying about leaving Xander without a roommate and the entire rent. So I just paid the year.”
“Wow. Well, thank you,” Xander said. “Are you taking Bob with you?”
Rocco dropped his slice of pizza. “Oh my God, how could I forget? Your car. Where is it parked? I’m dying to know what you drive.”
“You don’t know?” Xander asked, wide-eyed and with a smirk.
“No. Give me a hint. It’s a 1962 pink Beetle, isn’t it?”
They both looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Not even close.”
With a groan she led Rocco down to the parking lot of her building. “You’re going to laugh at me, aren’t you?”
“Possibly.” He said, excited to finally know.
In a corner there was what looked like a motorcycle covered with a tarp for protection.
