“You’re welcome.”
“Okay, so, here’s the thing,” I started. “You and I have been spending a lot of time together, particularly in this room.”
“We have,” she agreed. “Wait, are you asking for more space?”
“No, no, the opposite,” I blurted. “I think you should consider moving up here with me.”
Naomi’s eyebrows rose, but she didn’t say a thing. I hurried on, hoping I wasn’t scaring her.
“My desk is larger than yours,” I explained. “It fits your streaming setup perfectly. And my mattress is ten times softer than yours. I know how much you love sunlight and mornings are so bright it’s almost blinding in this room. If you moved up here, you’d have easier access to the bathroom. It’ll be warmer, too.”
“All very logical reasons,” she agreed in a low voice.
“Exactly.” I nodded, glad that we seemed to be on the same page.
“But you’re leaving out a big part.”
My shoulders sagged, disappointed I missed something. “What’s that?”
“You. You’re here.”
“Is that an issue…?”
Naomi’s smile was back. “No. It’s the best part. I would have led with it.”
I took a breath, feeling relieved. “I see.”
“You sound like you’re trying to convince me.”
“I am. I want you up here.”
“Because it’s logical?”
“Yes, and… because I want to be closer to you. I’ve been making sure this room is as comfortable as it can be for you because I want you to stay.”
“Finn, I’d stay if you had a tiny desk and brick mattress.”
My stomach flipped because I was pretty sure this was the beginning of a ‘yes.’ “Really?”
She tilted her head to the side, considering. “Well, if the mattress was brick, I might suggest we sleep on the carpet instead. But, other than that, yeah. I’d want to be with you even if this room was the crappier room.”
“So, to clarify, is this a ‘yes’?” I asked.
Instead of answering, Naomi wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I clung to her waist, ignoring the whistling from the guys behind us.
"You seriously thought I'd say no?" Naomi wondered.
"It always felt like a decent possibility," I admitted.
She laughed and kissed me again.
“Get a room,” Lincoln joked.
“We’re in it,” Sam reminded him.
Lincoln laughed. “Oh, right.”
“Can I kick them out now?” I pleaded in a whisper against her lips.
