I look at him. Really look at him.
He's not happy. He's not relieved. He looks... terrified.
Oh no.
The panic hits me like a freight train.
He doesn't want me to come with him.
"Um." My voice comes out smaller than I intended. "Doc. I'm in love with you, and you're in love with me, so... we go to Switzerland together, right?"
Please say yes. Please say yes. Please?—
"You can't just move to Switzerland," Doc says.
"Why not? That's what you're doing."
"But what about your family—" He stops. Blushes. "Oh. Wait. Never mind."
He looks so embarrassed that I laugh.
"But what about your degree?" he presses on, clearly grasping for objections. "You can't just abandon your education!"
I lean back a little, letting a smug smile spread across my face. "Um, Doc... Mensa, remember? I'm pretty sure I can get into a school there."
His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.
"But people don't just up and move to Switzerland!" His voice is rising now. "We haven't been dating that long! And… and football! You could play pro! I've heard the guys on the team talk about you!"
Okay, that's kind of sweet.
"Your friends!" Doc is full-on yelling now, arms crossing over his chest like he's won some kind of argument. "What about your friends?"
I wait until he's done.
Then I reach for his hands again, uncrossing his arms, threading my fingers through his.
"You're 'up and moving to Switzerland,'" I say calmly, "so I can too. We've been dating long enough to fall in love, so I don't see how that's relevant."
He opens his mouth to argue, but I keep going.
"I have zero interest in playing pro football. It was never the plan. And Doc..." I squeeze his hands. "I'll always have the guys, no matter where we go. Tyler, Ethan, the whole frat… they're not going anywhere. But you..."
My throat tightens.
"I won't live without you. You're my home." I pull him closer, looking up into those dark eyes that have become the center of my entire universe. "So I say again: when do we go?"
Doc blinks.
And blinks again.
I can practically see his brain short-circuiting.
Good. Now he knows how I felt five minutes ago.
I start reeling him in slowly, pressing kisses to his jaw. His cheek. The corner of his mouth. My hands slide around to his ass, squeezing, and he lets out a soft moan that goes straight to my dick.
"Gavin..."
