Page 137 of Swan

“Yes,” I said quickly.

He gripped my arms and pushed me back. “Yes?”

Tears welling, I nodded and smiled. I placed my hands to the bed and stared through my watery gaze. “Yes, I’ll move in with you, because I don’t like when we’re apart and because I love you as much as you love me. Our lives together are just starting out, but I see this as the only relationship I’ll ever want or need. You are it for me, Drake Marcus. I really do love you, so I would very much enjoy living with you.”

“Fuck,” he clipped before he wrapped me up and rolled us until I was under him. His mouth found mine, and he kissed me with such passion, it left me hungry for more and more and more.

I craved him.

He pulled back and said, “Call your parents.”

I laughed. “What?”

Drake moved to sit against the headboard. He picked up my phone from the bedside table in one hand and patted the spot beside him with the other.

“Now?” I asked, flabbergasted.

“Yeah, Birdy.”

“Why?” I asked, getting up to sit next to him and taking my phone.

“Because as soon as tomorrow hits, we’re movin’ you in. You gotta let them know we’ll be there early to grab your things.”

Drake sealed himself around my heart, securing Lockland’s part inside as Drake took the whole outside.

“Okay,” I said, taken by his eagerness. I cleared my throat and pressed on Mum’s number.

“Swan, tell your father that we’re not watching a movie he picked. You know how horrible his choices are.”

“Um, no, I’m not telling him that, but at least my news might distract him.”

“News? I’ve put you on speaker.”

“Drake’s asked me to move in, and I accepted,” I rushed out.

“The fuck?” Dad growled.

“Holy shit,” Mum yelled. “I’m so excited for you. When are you moving in?”

I glanced at Drake, who was smirking. “We’re coming by tomorrow to grab my things.”

“Put. Me. On. Speaker,” Dad ordered, and by the sound of it, I knew he’d said that through clenched teeth.

I covered the phone and told Drake, “Dad wants to say something.” He shrugged and nodded. I rose my brows. “Are you sure you want to hear it?”

Drake chuckled and took my phone. “You’re on speaker,” he said, all cool and calm. He curled an arm around my waist, fingers idly tracing over my hip.

“Grady, don’t say anything stupid,” Mum warned.

There was a pause.

Dad inhaled. “You didn’t run this shit by me, you little punk arse. You may be a brother, but what gives you the right to even think you can just take my daughter?”

“Because I don’t want to go another day without havin’ the woman I love in the home I want to create with her until we find our future house. She loves me, brother. I ain’t givin’ up my time with her just to make you hate me less. Swan will always come first, and she wants to be here with me.”

I held my breath, tears welling as we listened to the silence.

“Fuck. Fine. And I don’t hate you, dickhead. Swan, are you happy?” I knew what he really wanted to know, and that was if I actually wanted this.

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