My thoughts are interrupted as he leans over and places his lips on mine. I have an overwhelming urge to just melt into him, so I do. My lips part and he wastes no time slipping his tongue into my mouth. We aren't close enough; there's no such thing as close enough when it comes to him. I find myself climbing into his lap, my knees resting on either side of his hips as my hands slide into his hair, tugging on the curls to bring him closer to me. Rhodes's hands grip onto my waist as he holds me steady before they slide upwards to the small of my back, pulling my body flush against his chest. I can feel his heart thumping in his chest, or maybe that's mine, or maybe our hearts have synced up to beat together.
"Skip your tests, you don't need a degree. Come to New York," Rhodes says gruffly as I break the heated kiss by placing my thumb gently on his swollen bottom lip. I shake my head with a wide smile before removing my thumb and pecking his lips lightly.
"Of course I need a degree, silly old man," I giggle against his lips as he moves one of his hands back down to my hips, squeezing one side slightly. The other hand is lifted up to tuck some of my loose hair behind my left ear.
"Nah, you don't, I'll take care of you," he smirks and responds. I roll my eyes with a grin.
"It's only a week, I think we will be okay," I sidestep the offer of being 'taken care of' for as long as we are together because really who knows how long that will end up being?
"Yeah I know, I've just gotten used to having you around. Missed you last night," he replies gently, his bright green orbs softly lit by the open window across the apartment.
"Clingy," I tease, kissing his lips with a soft grin. He's quick to retaliate, taking a hold of my sides and mercilessly beginning to tickle me. I squirm in his grasp, trying to wriggle my way out but have no luck.
"Cheeky," he smirks, finally halting his hands. "Will you at least stay with me until I go?" I have a slight urge to call him clingy again, and I would if I didn't secretly love it. He looks up at me endearingly as I sit atop his lap, it's a wonder how I ever manage to say no to him. And under this circumstance, why would I say no? He's going to be away for a week and I'll miss him, so staying with him is only logical.