Page 18 of His Alone

“I don’t.”

The conviction in his voice was all I needed to hear. The despair in my chest morphed into elation at the thought of moving in together and seeing him every day and night. It would be sort of strange to be living together and dating at the same time, but I desperately wanted to give it a shot.

“Okay,” I said softly, smiling when his face lit up again.

“Okay? Meaning…”

“Yes, I’ll move in with you.”

He rose on his feet to lean over me, our lips coming together in a way that somehow felt more binding than it had when he entered me the night before. Both times had marked me in a permanent, irreversible way—but this felt like I was signing away my heart to him forever.

It was what I’d been dreaming of since the moment we met.

When the kiss finally broke, he gazed down at me like his thoughts echoed my own. I grazed my fingertips over his jaw, sighing softly when he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.

“How soon are you leaving?”

“Yesterday was my last shift at the hospital,” he murmured before kissing my palm and opening his smoldering eyes to meet mine. “I don’t start in Philly for another week, but I planned to move the rest of my stuff Monday morning so I’d have time to settle in.”

“That soon? Crap. I should probably get home and start packing.”

“Agreed. But first—”

He yanked the sheet off my shoulders and lifted me with ease, tossing me on the bed and dropping his sweatpants before crawling toward me. My legs parted instinctively and it made him smile as he slotted himself between them.

“Let’s celebrate for a little while, shall we?”

We didn’t make it to my apartment until Sunday.

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