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He has so much love to give, and I have a heart with enough space for him to make a home in it.

Make a home with me.

I’ll give him every inch of wall space, the kitchen, doors, down to the baseboards and blinds—it’s his.

I’ve been a fool to fight it. My heart begins and ends with Jones Archer, and for once, I’m not scared of his ability to be the caretaker.

I’m elated.

Ready to give him all of me and give a relationship between us a real shot.

If he’ll have me.When the dust settles and the silence stretches wide, Jones leads me out and takes me home.

Tonight quickly became one of the best dates of my entire life.

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CAPRI

“Sign here, please.”

“Thank you,” I tell the delivery driver currently leaving a massive box in my living room.

What is that?

Shutting the door behind him, I inspect the box, finding Jones’ name as the sender.

Because of course it’s from Jones. What is he up to?

I pull the note off the front.

Need somewhere to eat breakfast.

The morning after, of course.

- Jones

Despite the surprise, a smile ghosts my face. I quickly open the box, revealing a set of barstools to be built.

He got me barstools?

I waste no time calling him. “Hello?” he answers.

“There are barstools in my living room.”

He laughs with fucking giddiness. “That’s great. You’ve needed barstools.”

“Not the point, Jones. Why are there barstools in my living room?”

“No clue. Now we can eat breakfast there in the mornings when I sleep over.”

Sleep over?He did this for him!

“Oh, you think you’re slick, don’t you, Jones Archer?”

I can practically feel his megawatt grin from the other line. “You needed barstools. I need to eat breakfast somewhere in the morning. Seems like a logical thing to understand, sweetheart.”

A knock at the door startles me, taking my attention from him for a moment.

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