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I look back at him.

“That’s suspiciously cute.”

“Say cute again and I’m moving your bag downstairs.”

I grab his shirt and pull him through the doorway instead.

He comes easily, hands landing at my hips.

“Domestic already,” I murmur.

“Don’t push it.”

“Carrying my luggage. Holding hands. Kissing me hello.”

“Wolfe.”

“Basically married.”

Thorne kisses me just to shut me up.

It works for about five seconds.

His hands slide beneath the back of my hoodie, warm palms settling against my skin, and mine move around his waist.

I like this. How fucking easy it’s become. Its not simple. Nothing about us is simple. But easy in the moments between everything else. Touching him without wondering if he’ll flinch.

Kissing him without waiting for panic to catch up.

His fingers flex against my back before he pulls away.

“You and Echo looked cosy earlier.”

There’s no accusation in it.

Still, I catch the edge.

I brush my thumb over his hip.

“Jealous?”

“Maybe.”

That gets my attention.

I smile.

Thorne immediately rolls his eyes. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself.”

“You admitted it.”

“I said maybe.”

“Basically a declaration from you.”

“Prick.”

I kiss the corner of his mouth.