Fight With Me (Fight and Fall) Read Online Free Page B

Lean Cuisine, here I come.
                  “The kitchen, if you couldn’t tell. I don’t cook much. I usually just eat at the bar or go to this sandwich place down the street. If you ever want to wake me up with breakfast, you won’t hear any complaints from me,” he says smirking.
                  “Hey, the 1950’s called and they want their chauvinistic attitude back. You think because I’m a woman I’ll cook for you, huh?” I say smartly.
                  “Whoa, settle down there, Em. All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t mind waking up to fresh bacon. Picturing you cooking over a stove in a sexy little apron kind of does it for me, what can I say?” he shrugs.
                  “Yeah, yeah, I bet it does,” I chuckle.
                  “Well, since you weren’t too excited about the kitchen area, let me show you the rest. I swear I won’t make any bathtub comments,” he smiles.
                  I roll my eyes, following him down the small hallway.
                  “So, we share a bathroom but I swear I won’t spend all morning in there making myself pretty. This doesn’t need any help,” he says motioning to his face.
                  I chuckle, not regretting my choice to move in with him. Lucas makes me laugh and keeps me on my feet. I really need that right now. Just thinking about him not being here to keep me preoccupied freaks me the fuck out. My brain is racing just thinking about my new life, sans Aiden.
                  I look into the floor-to-ceiling white bathroom, trying to figure out how I’m going to keep this place clean. Whoever thought that an all-white bathroom was a good idea should be shot. It doesn’t look too grimy but it’s ‘boy clean.’ Not overly messy but a few missed spots here and there.
                  “If you ever need help washing your back in the shower, let me know. I know it’s hard to reach sometimes,” he says smirking.
                  “Hey, you said no shower comments. Bad, Lucas!” I scold him chuckling.
                  “I said no bathtub comments. I never said anything about the shower. That’s fair game, Em,” he retorts.
                  “Smartass,” I mutter as he leads down the hall.
                  “This is my room,” he gestures to the door next to the bathroom. “This one’s yours,” he says opening the door to the room adjacent to his.
                  I peer in, seeing only emptiness. No bed, no couch, nothing.
                  “Wow, impressive,” I say shocked by its bareness.
                  “Yeah, I know. It sucks that there’s nothing in here. I had a roommate before but when he moved out I just kind of left it this way. You can do whatever you want to it, Em. Decorate it, put girly shit in here, a Channing Tatum poster, whatever. I have a blow-up mattress you can use if that’s cool? You can sleep on it until you get a real bed,” he says going into the closet.
                  He grabs the folded air mattress, laying it out on the floor. He presses the button in the side of the mattress, instantly bringing its flat form to life.
                  “Eh, I’ll probably just use it for a while. I’m not picky where I sleep,” I say shrugging.
                  “Well, that being said, you know where my room is in case you want to have a sleepover. I promise not to hit you too hard when we have a pillow fight,” he smirks.
                  “A pillow fight? What are you, a twelve year old girl?” I retort.
                  “You know you would love that, Em. Don’t lie,” he chuckles coming closer to me.
                  His strides focused, intent. My eyes widen, afraid of his intentions. Um, I thought we settled this already. Was I not clear