Page 166 of False Comeback

“Yeah.” My chest puffed out a little. “I’m actually really good. Uncle Rob taught me. He’s always liked cooking. Just also always been really shit at baking.”

Crossbody chuckled, stroking my cheek with his thumb and making my face grow warm. “I’ll make you monkey bread if you cook for me.”

“Sounds good.” I grinned up at him. “What else will we be really bad at? You know, with the whole being-in-love thing.”

“Hmm.” He stepped back and set his hands on his bare hips, drawing my gaze down to his relaxed cock and making my insides tighten with want again. When I finally managed to look back up, I noticed he was glancing around my bedroom.

My somewhat tidy bedroom.

Okay, it was messy. I was a messy person.

“Well,” he began diplomatically, “I think I might be a slightly tidier person than you…”

“Yeah.” I grinned at him. “I’m big enough to admit to my shortcomings.”

He raised a brow at me, so I huffed and added, “Most of the time. Sometimes.”

He smiled. “I don’t care about messiness, Vince.”

“Okay, that’s good.” I paused. “Because I do have this thing where I have to take my socks off the moment I get home.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. And then if I have to go back out, I’ll put on a clean pair. Can’t put the old pair back on. So I get through a lot of socks, I guess.”

“Is that why you’re always barefoot at work too…?”

“Yeah. Just don’t like wearing socks.”

Crossbody stared at me in silence for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Alright. I think I can handle that.”

I grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” He grinned back, shifting closer once again to loop his arms around my neck and nuzzle my cheek. “What else?”

“Hmm.” I trailed my lips over his jaw and down his neck, dropping my phone back onto the dresser so I could slide my hands around his hips and over his ass. “Well, I think it’s fair to say we’re both pretty bad at talking about stuff at first.”

“I think Corey’s therapy sessions did actually help.” He tilted his head to expose more of his neck to my mouth.

“Unfortunately, yes,” I muttered. “And he will never let any of us forget it.”

“And I think… we just have to be patient with each other,” Crossbody said hesitantly. When I pulled back to look at him, he gave me a tiny smile. “Neither of us are particularly patient people. I think that was our problem to begin with. We didn’t give ourselves the time to actually… know each other. And now that we have…” He took my hand and lifted it to kiss my knuckles. “I love every part of you, Vince.”

My insides melted. Just straight-up fucking melted into goo or something. Jesus, I was going soft.

No, not going. I was already completely soft for him.

Well. Most of me. Not all.

“Me too,” I croaked. My face heated, but I forged ahead. “I don’t want to mess this up, Cr—Elvis. I don’t want to lose you.”

His eyes softened. “You won’t.” He leaned in to kiss me, murmuring against my mouth, “And you can keep calling me Crossbody if you want.”

I chuckled, kissing him back. “Just need to break the habit.”

His cheeks were flushed as he pulled away and rolled his eyes. “I know my name is—”

“It’s not anything.” I kissed him firmly again. “I like it. And it really does weirdly suit you. Elvis. Plus, you just have to own it, you know?”