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“Great.” Watts clapped his hands together. “See you then.”
Chapter Nineteen
Ezra
Ilet my gaze travelaround the townhouse that CC had just dragged me into. It was massive. He had let me think it was like my apartment. Cozy and small, with an extra bedroom that he shoved all the things he didn’t know what to do with inside. Spoiler alert, it was not. We were standing in the living room, my eyes stuck on the oversized television that hung on the wall. I couldn’t get over the size of it. It was at least three times as big as mine.
“You haven’t said anything, Ez.” CC hadn’t stopped touching me since that weird encounter with Killian Hampton. His fingers were laced through mine, and as he waited for me to tell him how much I loved or hated his home, I felt nothing but love seep through his skin into mine.
“It’s nice.”
CC huffed. “Nice? My place is nice? That’s all you’ve got for me?”
“It needs some help. I mean, it’s gorgeous, but there’s no love here, baby.” I smiled at him when his brows dipped. “You need to decorate. Make it look like you live here. Where are the pictures, the throw pillows, some color on the walls? Everything is plain and cream colored.” I stuck out my tongue.
“But you like it? Other than that?” CC pulled me closer to him. “It’s somewhere you could see yourself living?”
I rested my chin against his chest. “I mean, sure, if you wanted me to visit.” I hummed softly when he dragged a hand through my hair.
“Or if I wanted you to move in with me?”
“Wait, if you wanted me to what?”
CC smiled at me when I gaped at him. “Move in with me, princess. Move to North Carolina. Move here.” He practically dragged me through the kitchen—equally huge and plain but with a nice island in the middle—and down a hallway. “Look at this room.” He flipped on a light.
“Uh, it’s empty.” It had a huge bay window and a sliding glass door with its own patio outside. That was pretty fancy.
CC nodded. “It’s yours. If you want it. You can work in here. Sew your clothes, film your videos—because honestly, it’s not fair for me to tell you to stop that if you want to keep doing it—whatever you want. Paint it any color you want. Decorate it, glue shit to the ceiling or floor, I don’t care. Make it yours, Ezra.”
“I thought you hated the camboy thing?”
I let go of his hand to move to the door. It wasn’t a view of the beach, but maybe I could put out some bird feeders. I watched his reflection in the glass before I turned back around.
CC shrugged. “I’m not a fan, but I can’t tell you what to—oof.” He grunted when I threw myself at him to wrap my arms around his waist.
“Yes.” I tried to climb up his thick, broad body like a tree.
