I nod and take another sip.
“That was intense,” I whisper.
“Was it too much?” He inspects my face carefully.
“It was perfect.”
“Are you sore?”
I shake my head.
“Good. What about your throat?”
I give him a smug smile.
“My throat doesn’t kiss and tell.”
He chuckles.
“Fair enough. Do you want a bath?”
I take a deep breath.
“Yes—and I also want to move in with you.”
Caspian exhales, and I try to read his expression.
I try not to panic.
“Not just because of the sex,” I add hastily.
He smiles like this isn’t a surprise at all.
He kisses my forehead, nose, jaw, and finally, my lips.
“Living with you would make me very happy.”
I frown.
“What do you mean?”
“I want you to move in. I want us to live together.”
I poke his chest. “Don’t be ridiculous! You need to think this through.”
He laughs softly.
“Trust me, baby, I have thought this through.”
My stomach flips. He sounds so certain.
“What does that mean?”
He studies me carefully.
“I’d rather talk about this after we’ve eaten. Planning our future goes more smoothly when your blood sugar isn’t low.”
I kiss his jaw. He’s so invested in keeping my blood sugar stable.
