Iris's eyes go wide as she stares out the window. "Is that really the view?"
"Yeah."
"It's beautiful."
"The other room is too." I squeeze her hand as I lead her across the hallway. "I figured it could be our office. Mostly yours. Or all yours. If that's what you need."
"All mine?"
"Yeah."
"I've never had my own office."
My eyes stay glued to her. "I'm more than happy to share my tiny apartment with you. But I figured you need space to do work."
"I do."
"It's ridiculous. You should live in my bed."
"You mean our bed?"
Every part of me goes warm at once. "Yeah. Our bed."
She turns to me. "Can we really afford it?"
"Yeah."Weis my new favorite word. Or maybeour. Or maybeIris. No, that's been my favorite word forever now. "I know you're busy with school until the quarter ends. I'll take care of everything. All you need to do is say yes."
"But we have to apply—"
"Done."
"And my lease. It's not up until July—"
"Done."
"But how?"
"Does it matter?"
She wraps her arms around my waist. "No. I just… I want to be sure."
"I'll text the landlord now. We can move in December first."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." I brush her hair behind her ear. "It's ours. All you have to do is say yes."
"Yes. Of course." She rises to her tiptoes.
I lean down. Our kiss starts soft. Then it's harder. Her lips part to make way for my tongue. Her moans vibrate down my throat. Her fingers dig into my t-shirt.
"We need to christen it."
"It's not ours yet."
I pull out my cell, find the landlords number, shoot him awe want ittext. "Now it is."
"But what if someone else offers more?"