My eyes widened. “You didn’t.”
“I did. I’m not proud of it, but you forced my hand.”
“How is this my fault?” I protested, struggling to fight back the giggle.
“Because you make me leave every morning. What do you expect me to do, sip hot chocolate the rest of my life? I’m a man, Jess. I have needs.”
I kissed his adorably sardonic lips before pushing him out of the bed. “Get.”
“Fine.” He rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. “But if Debbie forces a tall, non-fat latte with caramel drizzle and two percent foam on me, that’s all on you!”
I knew he was kidding, but Quinn wasn’t wrong in his desire to stay put in the morning. After what happened yesterday and the way he’d handled the situation with Nick, Quinn had proven his devotion to us. And Noah was clearly smitten or he wouldn’t have chosen Quinn over his own father. So why keep up the charade? Maybe it was time to take the next step.
I pushed the bathroom door open and joined him at the sink, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head against his back. “I was thinking.”
“I know what you were thinking,” he said, wiping his face with the hand towel. “Two percent foam is just a jerk’s order in sheep’s clothing.”
“No.” I laughed. Good lord, I needed to save this boy from himself. “I was thinking… maybe you don’t go.”
He looked in the mirror. I peeked around the back of him to meet his eyes. He grasped my arm and brought me around to his side. “I’m listening.”
“So, you know I implemented the exile rule at the beginning so Noah wouldn’t get too attached in case you decided to leave, but…”
“After yesterday, that plan went all to hell,” he finished for me.
I smiled. “Are you still gloating that he picked you?”
“I will always gloat about that.”
I draped my arms over his shoulders. “Move in with me.”
“Okay.” No hesitation—it was like he was finalizing a pizza order.
“Okay?” I questioned. “It’s a big step, Quinn. Don’t you want to think about it for a minute?”
“I already live here except for the forty-five minutes a day in the wee hours of the morning where I have to sneak off for my coffee fix.”
He had a point. “So, the answer is…?”
“Yes. Of course, Jess. You’re my obsession. Why would I want to be anywhere else?”
“Exactly. Why would you?” I agreed, running my fingers up his back while pressing kisses to his chest.
He groaned. “Iwouldn’twant to, ever.”
I tiptoed my fingers along his skin. “And I was thinking before you go off on tour, we should find another place to live. One with security. I don’t want to be blindsided like I was yesterday when Nick showed up here unannounced. And your fans are also becoming a problem. They’re starting to figure out where we live and knocking on the door.”
“I’m all in with that, babe. I’ve been telling you for a while we needed to move. And if we get our own place, then your dad can have the freeway apartment all to himself without me ducking in every now and then for clothes.”
I smiled, kissing his nose. “I like it. A solid plan, because god forbid we get rid of the freeway apartment. I’ll start looking on the internet today.”
“I’m still unsure about this morning. Do you want me to head over to Debbie?”
“Actually, I think it’s about time the two of you broke up. Quinn, how would you like to have breakfast with Noah and me this morning?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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