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“I was thinking,” I say, running my fingers along the bones of his spine over his shirt, “that you’d want to move in with me.”
He turns his head to peek over at me. “Oh yeah?”
“Yup. What do you think?”
“I like the idea of spending long, uninterrupted nights alone with you.”
I smirk at him. “Besides the endless sex we’ll have, I think it could be a lot of fun.”
Two nods and brings his attention to a microscopic piece of glue sticking out from under one of the miniature shingles. He grabs a sharp tool and begins whittling away at it.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, sensing a shift in his mood.
“Nothing.” He sighs as he picks off the last of the glue and then shrugs. “I’m going to have to find a way to let Dax down easy. He was looking forward to getting out of his house and on his own.”
“I thought about that too,” I say with a small smile. “I think he should move in with us. Instead of rent, he can pay his way by picking up the utility bills or something. I bet we could figure something out.”
Two sits up and grins at me. “Really?”
“Yeah. I like Dax. I also think he and my brother could be friends too.”
“There’s a lot riding on Paula letting go of her dream.”
“If she really wants to see her dream come to fruition—the full restoration of Hemingford Hall—then she’ll sell to me. Of all the people to do this, we’re the most capable. Plus, we love that place.” I hook a thumb over my shoulder, gesturing at his house. “Your dads are literally in the business of restoration, so it’s not like we wouldn’t get their help.”
“You’ve thought a lot about this.”
“And I’ve thought a lot about us,” I add with a nod. “Hemingford Hall feels like a vital piece of who we are as a couple.”
“I’m sure you’ll get what you want,” Two teases. “You always do, Golden.”
“I’m a Three, remember? I achieve.”
Like his parents, Two has gotten me interested in all things Enneagram. I’m learning a lot about myself and others around me.
Two finally sets his tool down and gestures at the model. “Cedarwood is finally complete. What do you think?”
I take my time inspecting all the details and offering praise over my favorite parts. He gently strokes his fingers through my hair while I prattle on about how beautiful it is. It makes me wonder if one day he’ll make models with our children. The thought is such a precious one that my heart aches with happiness for what’s to come.
“What do you do when you finish your models?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow.
He tugs me over to him, wrapping both arms around me, and nuzzles my neck. “I usually take a bunch of pictures to show my parents, Dax, and anyone else who’ll give me the time of day. That includes you and Tate now too.”
I tilt my head to the side to give him access to my neck. His hot breath tickles over my flesh, making me shiver. Then he softly kisses me there.
“I think you should take videos,” I tell him with a smile. “Share it with the world. I bet there’s a whole demographic of people out there who’d love to see it.”
“You think?”
“Absolutely.”
Two nips at my neck. “Tomorrow. But tonight, I want to do something else.”
“What’s that?”
“You, Golden. I want to do you.”
I twist around in his arms so I’m facing him. “But you’re injured.”
