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“Quoting yourself is not sexy,” I state between labored breaths as his lips travel up the side of my neck.
“Are you sure about that? You seem turned on right now.”
“Not because of what you said.”
“Are you saying my words don’t have an effect on you?” he whispers in challenge. “Is my voice not sexy as hell anymore?”
Gah! He knows exactly how sexy his voice is.
“Eli.” His name is barely audible as I suck in a breath and hold it, mentally preparing myself to ask him the question that’s been on my mind since the timer went off. My brain feels like it’s trapped in a fog thanks to his lips, though.
“Yes, babe?” he mumbles against my skin.
“I was thinking—”
“Me too.”
“Not about that.” Shaking my head slightly and pushing against his chest again, Eli gets the message, standing to his full height and looking down at me.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Tomorrow.”
“You wanna talk about it tomorrow?”
“No, tomorrow is on my mind. And the day after. Next week, next month.” His lips form into an O but he doesn’t say anything, so I continue, “Us.”
“Are you …”
His voice trails off, and it takes me a second to realize what he’s asking me. “No! Absolutely not. I’m not breaking up with you. I’m trying to find a way to ask you if you want to move in with me.”
The wrinkle in Eli’s brow slowly fades away as realization sets in. The weight of my question. Of the decision I’m asking him to make. Living together can make or break a couple. Especially this early on in a relationship.
Trust me. I get it. Six hours ago, I was dismissing the idea completely, and now here I am, asking him the hardest questions I’ve ever asked anyone. The scariest. And he’s not saying anything.
“Say something,” I urge when he’s still silently staring at me minutes later.
“I’m waiting for you to ask so I can answer you,” he retorts quickly.
“You’re such a pain in my ass.”
“Yes, but you love me.”
Love. It’s such a crazy notion. Do I love Eli? I don’t know. I want to think I could someday if I allowed myself to. What I do know is that I’m not ready to say the words yet. To allow myself to become vulnerable to heart break. Loving Eli will tear down all the walls I’ve erected around my heart leaving it exposed.
“Eli, would you like to move in with—”
“I’d love to.”
“I thought you said you were waiting for me to ask?”
“Yeah, but you took too long.”
A smart-ass remark is on the tip of my tongue, but when I open my mouth Eli captures it with his and steals my breath. Our dinner is long forgotten, along with the magazine article, as Eli lifts me in his arms and carries me to my bedroom.
Our bedroom.
“What’s wrong?”
