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His brows lift. “The sweet part or the shutting up part?”

I shrug like I haven’t already given him enough.

His grin comes back, warm and cocky. “Knew it.”

“Ay, don’t ruin it.”

He laughs, and somehow the nerves in my stomach don’t feel quite as sharp anymore.

Unpacking takes about fifteen minutes, mostly because I unpack like I’m staying for three weeks while Revel apparently travels like a fugitive.

By the time I’ve hung tomorrow’s outfit in the closet, lined my shoes underneath, arranged my makeup bag across the bathroom counter, and set my laptop on the desk, Revel has put his duffel on the bed and pulled out exactly one charger.

I stare at him.

“That’s it?”

He looks up from his phone. “What?”

“Your stuff. That’s all you brought?”

“It’s a weekend, Mama. What the hell else do I need?”

I glance at my open suitcase, then at his tiny duffel. “Clothes? Toothbrush? Deodorant? Basic evidence that you were raised indoors?”

His eyes narrow. “Do you think I’m feral?”

“I’ve seen you eat taco meat off the floor. You picked it up and ate it.”

“Duh, five-second rule.”

I stare at him. “It was the bathroom floor, Revel.”

He shrugs like that somehow helps. “And yet, I survived.”

“Ay, qué asco. You’re fucking disgusting.”

His mouth curves. “Maybe a little, but you still slept with me so I can’t be that bad.”

I narrow my eyes, thinking that should be enough to get him to shut up, but of course, it isn’t.

“And after that car ride here…”

“Ay, cállate.”

I roll my eyes, grab the nearest throw pillow, and launch it at his head.

He catches it against his chest, laughing while I scoop up my clean clothes and head for the bathroom.

“Very mature, Mama.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

His grin only gets worse.

“I’m showering.”

He tosses the pillow back onto the bed and reaches for his wallet. “I’ll go find us some food, unless you want me to join you?”