Page 110 of The Snuggle is Real
“I can’t offer you much, but I can do this,” I said. “Anytime you need help around the house, just write it on the list. You can erase and add new things whenever you like. Those were just a few things I thought I could start with.”
“Ford…” He stared at me hard, then lunged forward to kiss me.
He drew back, then grabbed the marker and wrote something on the list.
“This is what I really want.”
I bent to read it, and my heart jumped into my throat. In cute, bubbly handwriting, he’d written:Move in with me.
“It doesn’t have to be tomorrow or anything,” he said quickly. “But if you’re going to fix the whole place up, then it should be your place too.”
I met his gaze. “You’re serious? You’re not just asking because you think I’ve earned it by refinishing your floors or something?”
He grinned. “I’m serious. I want you to live there. Charlie too, of course. If, uh, if…”
“If she keeps living with me,” I said. “With us, that is. Because my answer is yes, of course. I’ll have to check in with Dottie, still. She doesn’t have anyone else, and she doesn’t get out enough on her own.”
“Of course you should,” Mason said quickly.
“And I’ll be able to cover my share of the bills,” I said quickly. “Griff told me old Mr. Jones is officially retiring next year. He offered me the handyman position if I want it.”
Mason’s eyes softened. “I wasn’t worried about that. You’re too determined to ever do anything else.” He smiled. “That’s great news, though.”
I pulled him into a kiss. “Thank you for asking me, sweetheart. I couldn’t ask for a better gift.”
Before I could properly show my appreciation, he pulled away and dug through his duffel. “Actually, I’ve got a real gift for you too.”
“You shouldn’t have.”
He handed it to me. “It’s just something I thought you might enjoy.”
I tore open his much neater wrapping paper, revealing a photo album.Family Memorieswas embossed on the leather cover and surrounded by red flowers.
I opened the cover to see a photo of Charlie with Santa from that day in the park. Then onto the next, where there was a snapshot of me crouched down next to the tree we’d cut down at the Milton Falls Christmas Tree Farm. Photo after photo of me, Charlie, or the two of us together around town. Us drinking cocoa. Charlie wrestling with the dog. Me hugging her tight.
“This is…” I turned to the last page, where there was a copy of the selfie of the three of us with our snowman. “Sweetheart, this is…”
I couldn’t seem to get the words out.
“Too much?” he asked. “I shouldn’t have put myself into your family memories. I just?—”
I grabbed his chin and kissed him hard. “You are my family now, aren’t you? You asked me to move in.”
“Yes,” Mason whispered, cheeks pink but eyes full of an unmistakable affection. “But if it’s too soon for you, it’s okay. I just, I feel so much. I can’t help it. I’ve never been able to help it when it comes to you.”
I set aside the gifts, then pushed him back onto the bed, laying my body overtop his. I linked our hands above his head. His breath quickened as I pinned him with a searing look.
“You’re my real gift, sweetheart. You’re mine, and I’m going to hold on to you. I love you.”
I kissed those lush lips, and he sighed and melted into the bed beneath me.
“I love you too,” he murmured.
Suddenly, there were too many clothes between us. I levered up so I could shove up his shirt, pressing open-mouthed kisses up his stomach to his chest. He struggled out of his shirt while I worked his pants and underwear off until he was naked beneath me, his rosy cock curving up, already moist at the tip.
Ready for me.
I licked his cockhead, making him jolt, then sucked him deeper into my mouth, just holding him there, absorbing the taste and weight of him on my tongue.
