Suddenly, he burst out laughing. “Brandon, sometimes I wonder about you.”
Before I could retort, he sealed my mouth into a kiss. I curled my toes when his tongue rolled along the seam of my lips, egging me on into parting them for him. He tasted like his favorite coffee—a dark roast with a little bit of cream and sugar to offset the rich flavor. It was my favorite thing to wake up to every morning, aside from being wrapped up in his arms.
He ground his hips into mine, drawing a soft moan out of me.
We probably had time for a quickie before the guys got back. Unless we were able to sneak off to my office before we got too far into it. There, I could give Avery’s cock the proper attention it deserved. Namely in the form of me dropping to my knees for him.
To my dismay, he soon parted from me. “I didn’t quit because of the court case.”
My lashes fluttered open. “So, why...”
Avery shook his head at me. “I quit because ofyou.”
“What?” I mumbled.
“Brandon. I quit because I wanted to stay here. Withyou.”
I could only stare in response.
My brain was short-circuiting with the newfound information. All cylinders were rapid firing with no information crossing the threshold of my brain to properly help me formulatea sentence. There was no way he was serious about that. Quitting his seven figure job just to play house with me.
He couldn’t.
He wouldn’t?
But he did.
“Are you upset?” he asked.
Belatedly, I realized my eyes were beginning to water. “No.”
“Bran...”
It hurt to swallow, mainly from how choked up I was getting. “Are you serious? You want to stay here with me?”
His expression softened. “Of course I am. I can’t leave you again.”
Oh, fuck.
Now my eyes were really beginning to sting.
“You don’t have to. Stay, I mean. I’ll be okay.” Even to my own ears, I knew how lousy that sounded. How barely put together I was.
Of course Avery could see right through me. Just like he always had. “Iwantto. Every time I thought about going to the city, I dreaded it. The thought of having to be away from you again was killing me. So, I quit my job. What was holding me there, anyway?”
“Your friends?”
“They’ll move here.”
I swallowed back more tears. “Carrie?”
“I called her earlier. She said she was really happy for me and wished us well.”
A single tear slipped past my waterline. “Weren’t you living in a really nice penthouse or something?”
“My mansion’s way nicer.” He glided his thumb under my eye, collecting the drop there. “Speaking of which, you should move in.”
My knees nearly buckled. This conversation felt like a fever dream.
