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He’s so fucking perfect. How am I so lucky that this man, with the biggest heart I’ve even known, wants to be with me?

Would he want us to live together?

It feels too soon for that, but this apartment has never felt like home to me. It’s been a landing pad, a safe space for me to hide away from prying eyes and the pressure of my job, but Jacob has a home. The home he grew up in. It has seen some monumental moments, both joyous and sad, but Jacob’s home is ahome.

And wherever he is, is my home.

“Stop thinking so hard,” he tells me, running his hands up my chest.

“I’m not.”

He tilts his head. “I can practically hear you thinking.”

“I guess you know me too well.” I huff a laugh.

“Tell me. Whatever it is. If this is going to work, you need to be open and honest with me.”

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I brush a strand of hair from his face and take a deep breath.

“In time, I mean, not right now, as I know it’s too soon, but eventually, maybe…Would you like to move in together?”

His eyebrows raise slightly. “Oh, wow. I mean, of course.” He frowns. “Is that what you were worried about? That I would say no?”

I shrug.

Jacob smiles, sighing. “Ethan, if we’re in a relationship, it would make perfect sense for us to move in together eventually. Why would you even doubt this? It would just take me some time to come to terms with leaving my home.”

“That’s the thing—what if you didn’t?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if I moved in there with you and sold this place? We could redecorate or renovate. Whatever you want.”

His eyes widen. “You’d do that? But this apartment is gorgeous.”

“It is. It’s good for what I needed it to be, and it made sense to me. But Peyton described it as my ivory tower the other day, and it’s exactly that. It’s not a home, not really, but your house is.”

Tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, Jacob eyes me for a moment before his face morphs into the sweetest smile.

“You are an incredible man, Ethan Parkes. Did you know that?”

I wrap my arms around his waist and lean down, kissing his mouth with abandon.

“Mmm, I’m not sure. Maybe you can tell me that a few more times,” I say against his lips, grabbing his ass to lift him up, and carry him into my bedroom where I plan to lose myself in him.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ethan

Jacob’s hand gently pushes my shoulder, urging me to roll over onto my back. I go willingly, pulling him with me. He straddles my waist and rolls his hips, brushing our hard dicks together, and groans my name deliciously.

Our mouths have been fused together since the second I picked him up in the hallway and carried him into my bedroom. I’m not even sure how much time has passed; we’re just lost in each other.

Making up for lost time due to my stupidity.

Fuck, I’ve missed him.

I’ve missed his kisses. The soft mewls he makes when I suck on his tongue. The way he lights up every inch of my body with a single touch.

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