Page 176 of Vameer

“I’ve never really thought of it.” I hug Vameer’s neck as we drop toward the earth.

“Never?”

“Not really. I always had the itch to move, so I’d dream about locations, not houses. But… yeah. I’d like a home of our own.”

He purrs, holding me tighter. “Our home.”

I smile and kiss his cheek. “What sort of house do you want?”

Vameer shrugs as we lower through the darkness, toward the empty parking lot below. “I want lots of windows. Volik’s house is practical. And comfortable. But I went too long without daylight. Even if I was asleep.”

Vameer’s bare feet settle on the cracked blacktop, a dozen steps from the doorway to Haruto’s warehouse.

“There’s a bunch of TV shows about people looking for houses. Could be fun to watch.”

He slides my body down his, smirking. “I would like that.”

Volik has been introducing Vameer to movies, so binge-worthy TV is clearly the next step.

I grin up at Vameer as we walk toward the door. “You’re the perfect person to watch TV with.”

“Because you love me.”

I snort. “I do. But that’s not what makes you good for a specific situation of TV watching.”

He takes my hand in his. “Then what makes me good for TV watching?”

I lift my free hand and tick off the points. “I don’t need a blanket because you’re so warm. You won’t eat my snacks. And you don’t fall asleep.”

Vameer lifts his other hand, exposing the heart bracelet he refuses to take off, and holds up his pointer finger. “And because you love me.”

I roll my eyes. But I can’t hold my grin back. “Maybe.”

We step up onto the sidewalk in front of the door, and the handle clicks, unlocking itself.

Vameer shakes his head and pulls the door open. “Dramatic old man.”

“I like him.” I smile as we walk through the short entryway, the ceiling at a normal height. Haruto might be dramatic, but his antics were cracking me up the whole time we were here before.

“You would.” Vameer squeezes my fingers. “But he better have some damn clothes ready.”

Vameer left his sword at home but put his robe over his one outfit. The lights in the warehouse are on low, and the dimness makes the red material appear almost black.

He looks like an old-world Mafia boss while I’m in linen pants and a T-shirt. But no matter how opposite we look, I always feel like his perfect fit.

I squeeze Vameer’s fingers as we wind toward the center of the main room.

He looks down at me.

I stop. “You’re right.”

“Sí.” He smirks and halts beside me. “What about?”

“Another reason you’re the perfect person to watch TV with is because I love you.” I feel our hearts thud.

He reacts like this every time I say it. And it just… It makes me love him more.

It shouldn’t be possible. It’s been barely over a week, but he’s all the things he said a mate was. He’s just… a part of me.