Ansel’s hand lands on my chest. “That breaks my heart for you.”
“Then put it back together.”
All of the tension in him melts away. “I’m trying, Titan. I’m trying.”
I sweep him into my arms, kissing him gently, and then set him back on his feet, feeling happier than I have in ages.
My butterfly is here, in my house with me. And yes, he’s overwhelmed, but we can make this a home, or we can reduce it to rubble and rebuild.
The two of us together.
“Come, let me show you my room.”
I sweep open large oak doors at the end of the hallway, revealing a huge living space. There’s a king bed, two sofas, a fireplace, and an en suite bathroom. It’s opulent and yet warm, something I wanted in a place where I’d rest my head. I wanted someplace I felt safe.
“This is a gorgeous house,” Ansel says quietly. “I have nothing bad to say about it. It’s very you.”
“Thank you. That’s what I was going for. And, of course, we can make it a little bit you, too.”
He huffs a small laugh and then pulls me in for a gentle kiss. “Can we go to the theater room and just veg? Watch a movie? Make some popcorn?”
“Of course. You need to rest. And I have the best popcorn. Bought it from a place in Colombia. It’s some of the most flavorful you’ll ever have.”
He laughs. “With you, I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
I link my hand with his, leading him down a hallway and down some stairs.
“Please don’t leave me here alone,” Ansel says. “I’ll be totally lost. I won’t even know how to escape.”
I snort. “Maybe that’s been my plan all along. To keep you here with me.”
He peers up at me and wets his lips. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind it all that much. As long as you keep me well fed and satisfied.”
“I could totally do that.”
Ansel’s lips twitch. “But you’d have to cook for me. No chefs, no staff. Just you.”
“Can I do it naked?”
He giggles, and the sound makes my chest inflate. “I mean, you could, but also, you might burn your dick. And I quite like that bit of you.”
“I’d wear an apron. A fireproof one.”
I push a door open, and Ansel stops, giving a low whistle as he takes in the large screen and the theater seats. “This is really fucking nice. Better than Wylder’s, but don’t tell him that. Do you guys have early access to movies, too? I bet you know producers or some shit.”
“Maybe I do.”
He sighs and moves to the row of seats right in the middle, plopping down and putting his feet up.
“Bring me my popcorn, chef man,” he says, and then he cranes his neck to look at me. “Might as well start now.”
I salute him and make my way back to the kitchen, walking faster than normal. I want to pop this popcorn as fast as I can. But also do it well. I want him to know I’m capable in the kitchen.
The thought of me naked while making him something to eat, his body moving up behind mine and wrapping his arms around my waist before bending me over and taking me…
My cock is aching by the time I make it back to the theater, the lights off, Ansel’s head cocked back as he takes in the galaxy and stars above his head.
“I hope this is okay? I wandered, found a switch, and flipped it.”
