He shook his head. “Live in Portland.”
I was so confused. “What?”
“I don’t live in Portland.” My beautiful ginger man shrugged. “Figured that with my job, I could work from anywhere. Asked my boss for permission to go one hundred percent remote. Packed up my place. Broke my lease.”
“You did.” My brain couldn’t wrap itself around the words.He didn’t live in Portland anymore?
“Uh-huh. Sorry it took me longer than I expected. I might need some help finding a place to live, though. Do you know anyone with an empty bedroom?” He curled his hand around my jaw before running his fingers through my hair.
“Oliver.” It was finally sinking in. “Are you… moving here?”
“Yes, baby. I’m glad you finally figured that out.”
“Oh my god.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I can’t believe this.”
“The rest of my stuff is arriving this weekend,” he said against my hair. “I could find my own place, but…”
“Stay here,” I said, practically begging. “Live with me.” I didn’t want to be apart from him for one single moment.
“Are you sure? I know it’s fast.” He was still playing with my hair. The man was obsessed with it.
Was it? Because two years ago, I’d seen him for the first time, and my heart had known. Maybe this was all inevitable. Perhaps we were always going to end up here.
Maybe this was our fate all along.
“It’s not.” I shook my head. “I want our two weeks back. I want them to be forever.”
“Good.” A grin lit up his gorgeous freckled face. “Because I love you, and I can’t imagine another night where you’re not in my arms.”
Now I was really going to cry. “Oliver?—”
“You’re my everything, Hollywood. There’s nothing Iwouldn’t do to be by your side. Even if that means leaving everything I’ve ever known. I want to hold your hand on our daily walks. Cuddle with you on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and watch all your favorite movies. I want to get a dog of our own because I miss Snowball so much, it should be illegal.”
I sniffled. “I want a dog too.” And some day, a family of our own.
“Good. Baby, I want to love you the way you deserve. But I don’t want to get in the way of your career. You’re a star, Tessa Harper, and I want to bask in your light. To watch you shine on stage, to support you every step of the way. I could never ask you to give that up. All I can ask is that you be by my side. I’m yours if you’ll have me.”
“Yes,” I agreed, nodding furiously. “Yes. That’s what I want too.” I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Because I love you, Oliver Graham. I love your freckles. The way your eyes light up when you work through a problem in your programming. I love how you’re the best man I’ve ever met. The only one I’ve ever wanted so bad, it felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest when I had to leave you. So yes, I want you here. And I never want you to leave. If you’re mine, I’m yours.”
“Thank fuck,” he said, hauling me into his arms and taking my mouth with his. After that, there were no words. He stripped me bare as we lost ourselves in the kiss, sliding home before carrying me into my bedroom—soon to be our bedroom—and making me see stars.
“What are you wearing?”I asked, looking up from the scripts I was reading. We’d been living together for a month, and I loved it. Especially considering I came home tohimfrom work every day.
He looked down. “Uh. Sweatpants?” They were gray andevery girl’s catnip. Most importantly, they were mine. Oliver in sweats was a wet dream. His white t-shirt clung to his muscles, and I could tell he’d just finished working out at the gym inside my apartment.
“Pleasetell me you don’t wear those out of the house,” I said, setting my stuff down on the side table.
He frowned, looking down at them. “Do they look bad?”
No—that was the problem. They looked toogood.I shook my head, laughing. “Babe, you can see the entire outline of your dick.”
Oliver’s neck and cheeks turned red. “You—” He looked down. “Is this why Noelle and the girls are always going on about sweatpants?”
Giggling, I nodded, standing in front of him. “Yeah.” I cupped his cock. “And this is for my eyes only, babe.”
He groaned. “Tessa.”
I slid to my knees in front of him, well aware of what I was andwasn’twearing underneath my dress.
