Page 140 of Echoes of Us

“You have your own space. You have your dorm, andyou’re staying here with me when you’re not.” He laced his hands together.

“I haven’t been back to the dorm since last week, and even then, you stayed over. I haven’t been back there except to bring things here.” I placed my sandwich down too.

“So?” he said with a shrug.

“What do you mean, so?”

“So, do you want to be away from me?”

“No, of course, I don’t, Noah. But don’t you think some space would be good for us?”

“We have space. You’ve been out for the whole day.”

I huffed, half disbelief, half amusement. “Noah, come on.”

“I don’t get it, Atty. If you’re going to move out of your dorm, why wouldn’t you move in with me?”

I blinked at him.

“You’re already here all the time. Do you need more room? I have more closet space.”

“Noah, I can’t move in with you.”

“Why not?” He looked as confused as I felt.

“Because, well, first, my mom would kill me, and then—” I started, but he cut me off.

“You don’t have to tell her,” he argued.

“I can’t not tell my mom where I’m living, Noah.”

“Have you told her you stay over all the time? I bet you haven’t.”

“I have. She knows I stay over at your place.”

Now it was his turn to look puzzled. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, I tell my mom stuff. It’s not weird.” I defended, and he chuckled. “It’s not weird,” I said again.

He laughed. He clasped his hand on my neck and got me to stand in the V of his legs. “You’re too fucking cute,” he said before kissing me.

“It’s not weird,” I insisted.

His laughter bubbled again. “How about if you move in with me next term? Would that be better?”

Just the fact that he was planning on us being together then sounded amazing. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He smiled and kissed me again, deeper this time. “I’d really like that too.”

“But you’d let me pay for my half of the things, right?”

“I don’t think that’s how trophy boyfriends work. You’re supposed to work out all day and walk naked around the house while I pay for everything.”

“I won’t do it otherwise.”

He gave me a serious look. “You know you don’t have to. You’d have to get a job. You have a lot on your plate as it is. You could pay for stuff when you can. I can cover for you for as long as you need me to.” He ran his hands through my hair.

“It’s not fair having you pay for everything.”

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