“Next to it.”
He fastens it around my right wrist, much as he did the night of the inauguration, and kisses my wrist. Looking into my eyes, he holds my hand pressed against his heart and I feel it throbbing in his chest.
“I mean it, Jordan. Never letting you go again. Even if you run, I’ll chase you. Even if you say stop, I won’t. I might be an idiot, but I don’t make the same mistakes twice.”
“Just try getting rid of me.”
He kisses me again, pausing, our foreheads pressed together.
Another thing Elliot and I do together that I never really thought about before.
This is so…Leo. How did I miss that before?
“Love you, Jor.”
It feels damned good to be able tobreatheagain. “Love you too, Leo.”
“I really am proud of you, baby. For taking care of him. Thank you for saying yes to him.” He massages my head. “How bad was he?”
“Bad.” I snuggle closer.
“We need to move all your stuff from Florida.” I snort, making him scowl. “What?”
“You haven’t been in the storage unit lately, have you?”
“No. Why?”
Now I’m the one laughing. “Yeah, please make sure you’re paying the bill, or let me pay it, or something. I don’t want to lose my shit that I moved in there.”
His eyes widen. “You still have the keys?”
“Yeah. And to the apartment.”
That seems to touch him more than I thought it would. He kisses me again. “I mean, I know I told you to keep your keys, but I guess I didn’t think you would.”
“Oh, I did.” I check the time. “We really need to get moving, Sir.” He pinches me again. “Ow!”
I receive an arched eyebrow in reply.
“We really need to get moving,Daddy.”
He grins. “That’s better, baby boy.”
Leo uses wipes to clean us up enough that we’ll be able to make a run for the closest bathroom to clean up properly. Before we bolt out of the room, he takes a quick peek out of the north door to see if anyone’s around.
Nope. We’re safe. Naked, and carrying our clothes, we dash, laughing like a couple of college streakers, into the bathroom just feet away, off the Workout Room.
There, he flushes the evidence and we quickly clean up with soap and water before getting dressed.
Although we still look…rumpled.
“How do I look, Daddy?”
He grins and pulls me in for another kiss. “Like you just got reamed out in the Music Room. You do realize if Elliot wins the election, Iwillbe fucking both of you in every room in this goddamned building, right?”
“I hope so, Daddy. I already have plans for fuck-friendly furniture.”
He roars with laughter.
Damn, I’ve missed that sound. More than I could have ever dreamed possible before.
