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“She needs to finish her GED first,” I added. “But she’s been working on that.”

“That’s what you two have been doing every week,” he said, nodding.

We’d taken to having weekly diner dates. But, admittedly, we sat there for hours and hours as I helped her study and quizzed her, tried to help her rebuild her confidence. And, well, helping me brush up too. Apparently, I’d forgotten a lot of what I’d learned in high school. It was nice to have a refresher while she got caught up.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I know it was wrong to keep it from you…”

“Hey, no,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s okay not to tell me every little detail about your life. You know there are… things I can’t tell you too.”

“I just wanted to make sure it would all work out before I mentioned it,” I said. “And I just got my acceptance to the course that starts in the spring. Which will be perfect for Della too. She will be done in like three more weeks, if she passes. And she will. Then she will enroll too.”

“That’s really exciting, baby,” Detroit said, reaching out to give my thigh a squeeze.

“I know we are, you know… building something here,” I said, waving between us.

“We can build while you work on your career. They’re not mutually exclusive,” he said. “We got long lives ahead of us. A few years for you to work on something this important to you is no big deal. Besides,” he said, smirking. “I might be keeping something from you too,” he said, getting up to go grab his own laptop, opening it up, and then turning it to face me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Plans. Ones I’ve been working on and not exactly sharing with you.”

“This is… is this a floor plan?” I asked.

“I was thinking… about building a house,” he said.

“Really?” I asked, brightening.

“Really. There are houses that go up for sale around here, but I thought it might be nice to buy one of the lots and build ourselves. But, of course, that would require us staying here for a few years. I didn’t know how you’d feel about that.”

“Well, now that I don’t need to get up at the crack of dawn, I don’t really care about the parties,” I said, shrugging. “Plus, the loud noise allows for… privacy,” I said, feeling my body warm just at thementionof getting steamy with him.

I don’t know what to say.

I’d become downright wanton with him.

Sex almost always with the lights on. In the shower, the bath, outside, in the car, and even, once, in the damn freight elevator. Which, apparently, was just something all the club guys needed to do at least once in their lives. And Detroit never had before. So once a party was really kicking off, I dragged him into it, stopped it between floors, then went down on him until he was grabbing me and slamming me into the wall, then fucking me until I was almost screaming with pleasure.

And, yeah, it didn’t exactly escape me that, despite the thick walls and lots of space between all of us, you could still hear people getting spicy.

Sure, we all just… turned up our TVs and were adults about it.

But I couldn’t shake the insecurity about that sometimes. So I really liked the party nights because I could be as loud as I wanted.

“You know what I think?” Detroit asked, taking both laptops away, and placing them on the floor. Then putting both of our coffee cups on the nightstand.

“What?”

“That we should celebrate your new career path. And our new house plans,” he said, his body coming over mine.

So, then, yeah, we celebrated.

I, in fact, celebratedfourtimes.

Detroit - 6 months

Everleigh looked exhausted, but bone-deep happy.

See, it came to my attention that she’d spent her last two birthdays alone. Like, fuckingalone. No one to give her a gift or sing her ‘Happy Birthday.’

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