I wouldn’t.
“Tell me that half-used bottle of lube was old and you just never bothered to throw it away.”
I glided my hand up his spine, tracing the lines and dips under his skin in a languid motion.
I think I’m in love.
“What happens if I say I bought it like a month ago?”
Was that possible?
After only having known someone less than two months?
Avery certainly would say it was.
“Seriously?” was his not so satisfied-sounding reply.
I tightened my other hand in his hair, drawing a soft moan from his lips. “You aren’t the only one who’s had a healthy sex life.”
“You’re getting a new mattress,” he muttered against my neck.
A laugh burst out of me. “So possessive. Does that mean I need all new sheets, too?”
He clamped his teeth down on my skin for a brief moment before saying, “Yes.”
“I’ll agree to that under one condition.”
“Is this more blackmail?”
“Nah.” My pulse began to quicken again, a surge of anxiety rushing through me.
Rejection was never a subject I found myself afraid of. In fact, I took it as a challenge most days and used it to find whatever work around I could come up with to turn thatnointo a resoundingyes.
This, though, opening myself up to Blake not wanting me in the way I wanted him, was fucking scary as shit.
“Stay with me.” I pressed the words into his shoulder.
He shifted back just enough to lift his head and look at me. “For how long?”
“Forever.” He had to feel how hard my heart was beating. “We’ll figure out the camp thing. I’ll buy a house up in Wakefield for the summer. What’s your schedule like in the winter? Can’t imagine there’s too much to do up there after it snows? Unless you do winter activities... Fuck, you probably do. Snowshoeing and shit?—?”
He cut me off with a chaste kiss. “Depends on the year. Depends on who signs up, really. Some years, we get a lot of interest; others, we coast on through a few reservations until spring hits.”
He pursed his lips against mine, following the outline of my mouth until he reached the opposite corner and kissed there, too.
Not telling me no.
That’s a good sign, right?
“You’re not buying a second house,” he finally said.
“Technically, it would be a third.”
“Oh my god, Marlow.”
“It’s fine. It’s not like I’d be hurting with another mortgage.”
Did he want a nice little bungalow?
