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“Devon broke down right there,” Nate said, pointing to the front door. “Madd called me to say he had left for the night, and I remember running here, thinking Devon would be fucking dead or something. Prick never could handle emotions.” He fiddled with his pockets, so I handed him the nicotine gum. “Picked him up off the floor right inside the front door. He was all broken and scared.”
This place really did have bad vibes.
But…
“We made fun of Maddox about the flip-fucking right there.” I laughed, pointing at the deck. “And remember the day they moved in here? They were so damn happy, but they pretended to be annoyed about it, and then we moved half their shit while they disappeared tohandletheir tension.”
“Came back a lot calmer,” Nate agreed. “Devon went all Betty-homemaker here when Madd got out of the hospital. That was funny because he fucked it up so bad.”
“And Madd loved to hate it.” I smiled fondly at the memory.
“It was their fresh start,” Nate said. “This was their big… thing. They were proud of this place.”
“Didn’t end so fresh, though.” I looked at Nate, taking the gum to shove inside my pocket again. “Could you live here?”
Nate turned his back on Lot 62, hands slapping on the sides of my face and his smile right in front of me. “I could live anywhere with you.”
“That was so swoony. Keep going.” I circled my arms around his lower back.
“We grew up here and made it a fun place. We live in a storage room and have great memories there. We swapped beds and sleepovers at two completely different trailers growing up. We were homeless together. Even when you weren’t really homeless, you came to be homeless with me.” His fingers played with my hair. “And now we’re sexy besties with even more to live for. I’d live in a van with you, Xav.”
Fuck, I loved him. And our kind of love wasn’t really changing, but deepening. Becoming something more while still sitting firmly on the same foundation. Maybe I’d always been in love with Nate Sawyer and had no idea what it was, so I slapped a best friend label on it and called it a day. But maybe it took our friendship to get us to this level, and I’d forever be grateful for that.
“But where would my fridge go in a van?”
Nate laughed at the same time he tried to kiss me. It resulted in our smiling mouths pressing together without actually doing anything more than smiling.
“I’ve never doubted you, Xavi. Never. Not even once. If we really are on some clock because of our age, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be running down time with.”
I let my hands drift down to his ass, just feeling. “So, you’re mine?” I pressed on his ass, making his cock rub against mine. “Since we’re doing twenty-five-to-life together anyway, right? Say you’re mine, Nate.”
“Your what?” he asked, taunting me. He ran his lips over my jaw, nipping and licking to rile me into… something. Wasn’t sure what yet, but I was up for the game.
“My best friend,” I said, biting his bottom lip and dragging it through my teeth.
“Best friends don’t do this.” He ground his dick against mine, making me hard instantly.
“Like fuck they don’t,” I rasped.
Nate teased me, not letting me fully kiss him, but taunting me with his proximity. “So, just your best friend?”
My fingers dug into his ass, squeezing a nice handful. “My partner.”
He reached behind him, linking his fingers with mine as they groped at his ass. “In crime?” He brought our hands around to the front, trailing them down his chest and stomach.
“Yeah.” I breathed. “And in life.” My fingers twitched when he teased the waistband of his pants. Our foreheads rubbed together, breath mingling, the smell of minty gum making me desperate to taste his tongue.
“Mmm, life partners, yeah?” He wet his lips, licking mine. “What do life partners do together?”
Everything. “This.” I slid our joined hands down his pants, rubbing him through his underwear. “So, are you mine?” I teased the hand job, not fully giving it and not submitting to him trying to make me.
“Your life partner,” he whispered. “Sure.”
I squeezed his dick, making him groan. “My boyfriend?”
He groaned harder. Grabbing the back of my neck, he tried to kiss me, but I pulled away. “Xavi,” he complained.
“Are you mine, Nate? My boyfriend?” I dipped below the hem of his underwear.
