Cory hung up and handed me back my mobile.
“Arsehole.”
Cory raised an eyebrow. Fucking bastard could even make that look sexy. “Not conceited? I must be slipping.”
I huffed but couldn’t stay mad at the gorgeous hunk.
After cleaning up in the bathroom, I emerged and we discussed what our next step should be. We agreed, reluctantly on both our parts, that I should go home for the night and come over again the next morning.
“And I’ll let you cook me breakfast,” Cory said, smirk firmly back in place.
“Oh, you will, will you?”
We kissed some more, God, that man could kiss, before I left his flat and made my lonely way home.
It wasn’t until I’d opened my front door and heard Em and goodness knew who going at it in her room that I remembered Cory most likely hadn’t gotten off when I did.