“It isn't that it's too soon, you're on the back of my bike, it ain't too soon. You can buy sheets. You cannot install blinds." 

"um..." I mumbled. "Can you explain the difference?" 
"Sheets are chick territory," he said without delay. "You gotta use tools, that's dick territory." 
"Oh," I whispered. 
"Don't tread on dick territory," he advised. 
"So, um... is a paintbrush a tool?" I asked cau

tiously. 
"If you're paintin' the side of the house, yeah. If you're painting mud colored paint in a room, no." 
"It's terracotta," I said softly. 
"Whatever," he muttered, his mouth twitching. 
"Or, the paint chip called it Mexican horizon. The blue is dawn sky." 
"Definitely chick territory," Tate replied, losing the fight with his grin. 
"What about...pictures for the walls?" I asked. 
"Chick," he answered instantly. 
"Um...could I ask that, instead of you getting angry and being a jerk, maybe you give me a head's up when I'm doing something stupid?” 

Sweet Dreams

Kristen Ashley

 

 

“God, if he wasn’t so handsome, strong, sometimes sweet, didn’t have a Harley, that beard, a tendency to play with my hair, didn’t look so good in jeans and wasn’t so danged good in bed, he would seriously not be worth it.” 

Sweet Dreams

Kristen Ashley