I let out a whistle. “Look at that. Our Callie Coconut catching feelings.”
Yosh rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling now.
“Anyway. You’ll have the music studio there, and Arcadia is fifteen minutes instead of one and a half hours.”
“You wanted a house in the middle of nowhere.”
“I know, but hey, we’re close to Starlight Beach! We can come here on the weekends, go surfing, barbecue, stargazing at night.”
“Ahh, so your house is a shag pad.”
Yosh looks at me in confusion. “Uh what?”
“Shag pad. Place to fuck. I mean, we can’t call this place Villa Crumble Aparté anymore as the crumbling is over.”
I look around for the so-many-th time. The kitchen and living room are one open space, all flowing together just like he said he wanted when he explained the plans to me.
Large stone tiles on the floor, healthy green plants in every corner, pastel crystals and salt lamps on shelves and cabinets. Purposely arranged, because apparently you shouldn’t put certain stones together and others work better in pairs of two, or even three. That’s what he explained to me once.
The best part of the room though? The TV corner with the comfiest-looking beige sofa I’ve ever seen. I can already picture him curled up against me, head on my shoulder, my hand in his hair and everywhere else, while the movie keeps playing and we just see the beginning and maybe, the end.
He made a home.
For the first time in his life he’d told me. And in all honesty, the second I’d walked in, it felt like mine too. Even if I’m still learning what home means, he’s teaching me how it feels.
But I’d felt it long before the renovations. Probably because we’d already made so many memories here.
We’d demolished the shed and cooked in the garden. We’d stumbled over bottles of paint, kissing. We’d fallen asleep under the stars.
There, right there, I had gone to my knees and given himmybest blowjob amidst construction equipment and electricity wires. We had all our first times here together.
I can’t help a filthy grin.This is a shag pad.
He dangles a set of keys in front of me, a silver guitar hanging from the keychain.
It looks just like the Fender I threw off the cliffs at Arc.
“For you.”
“So we’re really doing this?”
“I think the question should rather be, how could we not do this?”
He’s right. At the moment, only our jobs are separating us. Apart from that, we are together 24/7.
“How about we bless the new house?”
I kick off my flipflops, dropping my corduroy shorts within seconds.
Before Yosh can react I place my hands flat on the kitchen island and hoist myself up, my bare ass landing on his precious spotless countertop.
Yosh lets out a scandalised gasp before my mouth shuts him up. He lifts me up, legs instinctively wrapping around him.
“Does the tour take us to the bedroom next?”
“Nothing’s changed there,” he whispers as he’s already carrying me there. “But… if you insist...”
“Oh, I insist. Pretty sure something’s changed in the dynamic department since my last sleepover.”
