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There’s barely a millisecond before he says, “I hope you’re not just saying that.”

I shake my head. “I do love you. I didn’t want to be cliche and say it right after you.”

He looks down at me, though it’s too dark to really meet him eye to eye.

Before he can say anything, I start speaking without thought. “I want to take you out. On a real date. Suits and wine and all the fancy stuff.”

There’s a long stretch of silence. Does he think I’m ridiculous?

Finally, he asks, “You’re going to put on fancy wear, for me?”

I lightly slap his chest. “Is it that hard to imagine?”

“Yes!”

Wow, no hesitation. His words spark laughter from me. “Well I can’t wait to blow you away.”

Exhaustion sweeps over me and I curl into his warmth more and fall asleep quickly.

Thirty Four

Sal

The next morning I’m woken by a very amped up Cole. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this way!

I’d be worried except I think expressing my concern might piss him off.

He asks if I’ll take him around town to get ingredients and I’m fully eager to help him, as long as I can stop home and change.

We walk through the near vacant looking apartment. There are a few decorations, like a wooden and metal coffee table and a few frames of artwork, but otherwise my place seems like a gallery versus a home.

“Do you like it here?” He asks, looking out at the view of my bedroom window.

“It’s sufficient.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “You need some plants and some color around here.”

I stop rummaging through my closet to ensure he sees my raised eyebrow. “You gonna water them?”

Cole laughs with a coy little smile. “Maybe,” he says, “if you let me.”

Then he looks back at the view.

Watching his backside for another moment, I can’t help but think how good he looks. He’s wearing a white ribbed shirt and board shorts. It’s an interesting combo, nicer than he usually dresses.

But it’s not the clothes, or the way his ass looks good. It’s him in my house and looking so damn comfortable.

His house or mine, knowing he’s mine sends an ache in my heart. A good one. Like when you watch a really good movie and never want that feeling to go away.

He turns and catches me staring.

“What?” he asks, the cutest blush creeping across his cheeks.

“Nothing.”

Focusing back on my closet, I change into a black button down with a white tee under.

Grabbing some casual shorts and putting them on, I try to find a chain I’d like to wear for the evening.

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