Page 164 of Thirst Quenched


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“Yes!” Foxx beamed while he slipped the phone back into his pocket… Harlow, feeling nice, didn’t even point out it was thewrong one. He had to be nice to what was his… And Foxx was his. All his… And what was his…should be in his home, shouldn’t it?

Without hesitation, he said, “Move in with me.”

“What?” The vampire blinked, frowning. “Move in…with you…where, Harlow? We live in the same apartment.”

“Let me rephrase… Build a house with me andthenmove in with me.”

Foxx’s eyes widened. “You…want to build a house with me?”

“Mm, I got the insurance money back, and I’ve been looking at plots of land in the Inner Village. I’ve found a few that I think will be large enough, with enough coverage that once some measures are put into place, my paranoia, safety wise, shouldn’t be triggered.”

“How...” Foxx started slowly. “How long have you been planning, or rather, thinking about this?”

Questions…were good, right? Better than an outright no.

Foxx staredat the man’s blank expression as he waited for an answer to his question, trying not to show what he was feeling on his face. Meanwhile, his mind was screaming,HARLOW WANTS TO BUILD A HOUSE WITH ME?!

This was… How was he supposed to function with this information?! Harlow was the first boyfriend he’d even lived with, and that was only because the man’s house had been blown up! The rest had either broken up with him or died before that happened.

Okay…most of them had died…after he killed them. But like, that wasn’t his fault, they attacked first.

Harlow cleared his throat. “Well…I first had the thought…that day I was kidnapped.”

Foxx’s eyes widened. The dhampir…had the thought that early? “You…thought about building a house with me only a few days after we started dating? You’ve…been thinking about it for almost two months?”

“I mean…you’re mine… Nothing will change that. I knew with the insurance money coming in, the question of me living with you would come up… And…with you being mine, I mean, I won’t live separate from you, so…”

Foxx’s heart fluttered.

It wasn’t a declaration of love, of him not being able to live without him…yet...it was somehow so much sweeter. Why be with someone who couldn’t live without him when he could be with someone whowouldn’tlive without him? Why be with someone who would poetically cry words of love…when he could have someone who’d burn the world down to keep him alive?

No declaration of love would probably ever come, but…Foxx realized he didn’t need one. Harlow had proven how deeply he cared in so many other ways, with so many other words, and actions that…

Who cared if the man never said those three little words?! He had heard those three words before, and not a single one of the men who said them had meant it. Yet, Foxx knew, as confused and inexperienced as Harlow was with love…the man would never say them unless he was damn sure he meant them. The dhampir did all he could to show him that he cared regardless, and part of that was making sure he didn’t lie to Foxx with the words he gave him. And while he’d been worried before if it would be enough, he knew now that not only was it enough, it was more than—it was better.

Smiling, Foxx leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the man’s lips. His face just inches from Harlow’s, he said, “Yes.”

A wide smirk spread across the dhampir’s face. “Yes? You’ll move in with me?”

“Yes!” He giggled. “I’ll build a houseandmove in with you!”

The dhampir’s smirk somehow widened further as he nipped at his bottom lip.

“Love you,” Foxx beamed.

“Mine,” Harlow growled, nipping at his lip again, before bouncing him on his back with a chuckle.

“Harlow!” He said with a startled laugh as he wrapped his arms more tightly around the man’s neck.

“Come, brat, let’s get back to my Jeep… Preferably before the sun comes up.”

Eyeing the sky, which had already lightened quite a bit, he mused, “I suppose it is time to head back.” Pointing forward, he chimed, “Let’s go!”

“You're not planning to walk at all, are you?”

“NOPE!” He giggled, ordering him, “Let’s go, let’s go!!”

“Brat,” the man grunted, but instead of trying to get him off his back, the dhampir just started walking.