Page 88 of Resisting His Charm
“I want to date longer before we live together. It’s normal, Sammie.”
He leans in, his mouth against my ear. “If you live with me, I can guarantee you orgasms every night and every morning.”
I feel my face heat up. My elbow pushes into his chest. “Stop,” I hiss. “You cannot say shit like that to me in front of your mother.”
“I agree with her,” Mrs. Russo repeats, just like she did on the plane.
“You didn’t even hear what I said.” Sammie rolls his eyes.
“I don’t need to hear to know it’s not appropriate.” Mrs. Russo smiles. “I’ll help you find an apartment, Poppy. Until then, you can always stay with me. There’s plenty of room at the house.”
“She’s not living with you,” Sammie grunts. “I’ll find her a place.”
“Um, I can find my own place,” I say. “I do have my own money, you know.”
“I know, but we own buildings. You can just have an empty apartment in one of them,” Sammie insists. “Actually, I’m pretty sure the apartment right under mine is about to be vacant.”
“Do not kick someone out of their home for me, Sammie,” I warn him.
“Wasn’t going to do that.” Sammie frowns. We both know he was going to do just that.
“Can I stay with you until I do find a place, though?” I ask him.
“You can stay as long as you want.” He kisses my forehead again.
“I just want to say that I’m so happy for you two,” Mrs. Russo hums.
“Mom,” Sammie grunts.
“What? You’re cute, all loved up. I like it. And God knows our family could use some good right now.”
“Imogen is going to be okay,” Sammie assures his mother.
“Yeah, I know she will be.” Mrs. Russo turns and looks out the window.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Poppy is hovering. It’s kind of sweet. But if I smile right now, she’s going to chew my ass out for not taking this seriously. Iamtaking this seriously. I’m about to go in and get bone marrow harvested from my body. The thing is, I don’t care what happens to me, as long as they can use whatever they take to save my sister.
Poppy found out I had a whiskey at that bar with Alfie, back in Texas. Let’s just say I never knew a lecture could be fucking hot, but having Poppy lecture me about my health washot as hell.
“You know I’m going to be fine,” I tell her.
“I know that.” She frowns at me. “Why would you say that? Do you think something could go wrong?”
“No.Ithinkyouthink something could go wrong. It’s perfectly fine. They do this stuff all the time, babe.”
“It’s not so much the procedure I’m worried about,” she says.
“What are you worried about?”
“What if after they take your marrow, they realize it’s not good enough?” she asks. “No one else in your family is a match.”
“It will be good enough,” I assure her. “And if it’s not, we can just get some from the black market.” I shrug.
“You can’t be serious?” Poppy squints her eyes at me. “Oh, god, you are.”
“I’ve spent the last two weeks watching Imogen get sicker and sicker. There is nothing I won’t do to save my sister.”
