Page 69 of Heatwaves

Wyatt scoffs. “You can stop that train of thought right there. I’ve known from the beginning you were in love with other men andthat I’d never be the only one in your heart. I don’t have a problem with that, nor will I ever. Not only is polyamory the norm in our society, but all I want is for you to be happy. Even if you’re never able to forgive them, I’m aware they’ll always hold a piece of your heart. Just like I know, I’ll never be enough for your heats. I’m okay with all of this and just happy I own even a small part of your heart.”

I melt at his words, throwing myself into his arms. “I love you, Wy.”

“I love you, too.”

“Move in with me?” I ask, pulling back to meet his eyes.

A smile stretches across his face. “Really?”

I nod, excited about the idea. I spent entirely too long pushing away how I feel about Wyatt. Now, I refuse to hold back from anything when it comes to him.

It might seem fast for some, but I feel like we’ve been dancing around this for years.

“I’d love to,” he says, pulling me in for a lazy kiss. “You really know how to make up for lost time, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” I grin, settling back into the couch. “I’m going back to worktomorrow.”

He rolls his eyes. “Of course you are. I’ve known that was going to happen since I brought you home from the hospital.”

“Am I really that predictable?”

“You really are, but there’s nothing wrong with that. This works out because I’m meeting a few friends tomorrow night. Maybe you can go see your parents after you get off work?”

I nod slowly. I’ve talked to my parents a few times since being released, but I know they’re probably worrying since they haven’t seen me. “That’s a good idea. At least you already have a key.”

Wyatt pulls me against his side again. “Sure do. Now, let’s finish this movie so we can call it a day. We both need to get back to work in the morning.”

By the time I pull into my parents’ driveway the next evening, I’m exhausted.

Running a company means there’s always something that needs to be done. Yes, my team ran things perfectly while I was out, but there are things they don’t have the authority to do.

I almost wish I hadn’t already told my parents I’d be by for dinner because I’d love nothing more than to climb into my bed and pass the fuck out.

But even as the thought passes through my head, I acknowledge I need to see them just as much as they need to see me.

My mom and I have never been especially close, but things have slowly been changing between us. It’s like meeting Miguel has brought a new side to both of my parents, and I’m loving it. Not only are they happy, but we’re closer than ever—something I wouldn’t have imagined happening after they met someone new.

I climb out of the car, smiling when the front door flies open to reveal Miguel standing there.

“Your mom was concerned it was taking you so long to come inside, so I told her I’d check on you,” he tells me as I make my way up the walkway to the door.

“Did she think I was going to fall getting out of my car?” I laugh.

Miguel wrinkles his nose. “Maybe.”

We stand there awkwardly for a few seconds before he mutters under his breath and engulfs me in a hug. I return the hug easily.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with a hug, but I’m a whore for hugs,” he says as he pulls back, a smile lighting up his face.

“Did you just call yourself a whore?” my mom’s voice rings out from further in the house.

Miguel and I look at one another and burst out laughing. He steps back and gestures for me to join him inside. We find my mom walking toward us with a frown.

Miguel sweeps her into his arms and kisses the tip of her nose. “I said I was a whore for hugs.”

“Oh.” Mom flushes as she glances at me. “He really is a whore for hugs.”

This time, I bite back my laughter as I follow the pair of them into the living room.

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