“Why isn’t our son here?” I finally ask a question that’s been on my mind.
She cackles. “Our son?”
I walk around the couch, dropping down beside her. Tugging her shoulder, I wrap my arm around her and secure her against my side while she finds something to put on the TV.
“Yeah, ourson,” I state sternly, my voice unwavering. “I miss him.”
She snorts. “As if you haven’t snuck into my house to visit him.”
“I haven’t,” I admit honestly. “Not since the gala.”
“Really?” she asks softly, pausing her search to look up at me.
My thumb brushes her shoulder. “Really.”
“Huh …” she exhales.
“What?”
“I’m just surprised you had enough willpower to control yourself for once.”
My head rolls up. “Excuse me. You are obviously the one with control issues between us.”
“Am not.”
“And the biggest brat.”
“That may be true.”
“Oh, it is.” I kiss the top of her head. “I’m sure of it.”
She goes back to finding a movie, choosing something from the recommendations on Netflix.
We don’t say anything for nearly twenty minutes, until she looks back up at me, her eyes wide and unshielded. “Now what?”
“What do you mean?”
She shrugs. “Well, we’re both on the same page for once. Now what do we do?”
I click my tongue, pretending to think, but I already know the answer. “I guess we have to move your shit in.”
She scoffs. “I am not moving in with you, you psycho.”
“Oh, is this the line you’re going to stay behind? After ignoring the thousand others we flew right by. Right.” I smile down at her, feeling an overwhelming urge to kiss her. “Would you believe me if I told you that I bought this house for us?”
Her eyebrows pinch together with doubt, but they settle a second later. “Actually,yes, I would. Because you’re insane.”
I shrug. “Oh, yeah. One thousand percent. But that’s what you love most about me.” I pause, and she doesn’t argue or try to correct my use of the L-word. “I really did. I knewexactlywhat I envisioned for my future when I bought it.”
“And what if I didn’t like you back? Or if I called the cops on you for being a weird stalker? Then what?” she challenges me, but I just smile at her.
“I never had any doubt that we wouldn’t end up just likethis.” Leaning down, I press my lips to her forehead, breathing her in before righting myself. “Stay the night. Please.”
“Freddie …”
“I know.” Digging into my pocket, I pull out her keys that I swiped earlier, adding a couple of new additions. “This will get you in the community, as well as the barcode saved on your phone.”
Her eyes widen, and I answer her question without her prompt. “I did it when you showered.”
