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Naked, of course.

“What?”

“Does this feel…domestic…to you?”

I stilled. “Is that a bad thing? You asked me to stay over tonight.”

“Because it’s closer to your work. I always want you to stay over. I’d be happier if you just never left.”

I blinked. “Like move in with you?”

“Well, yeah.” All casual.

He slid into bed next to me. Naked, of course.

“This is a small place. You’re going to get tired of me and all my shit.”

“Your furniture might be a tight fit.”

“My furniture isn’t worth a storage fee. I can give it away and would be lucky if someone took it.”

“There are places to donate to. People in transitional housing. New immigrants. Students. Your stuff is sturdy.”

He’d been to my place all of once—but had obviously been observant.

“There’s enough space here for your stuff. We can make it work. Or I can look at buying a two-bedroom condo in the building. They come up for sale periodically.”

He wouldn’t be able to afford the mortgage on a two-bedroom.

Not without help.

“Are you suggesting we buy a place together?” I had some money set aside. Money for my retirement since my work didn’t offer a pension plan. Since one bad injury could sideline me forever. But I could invest that in a down payment. “You’re serious.”

“Yeah, Travis. I really am.”

“We’ve known each other just over a month.”

“Do you want to see other people?”

“Hell fucking no. And I don’t want you to either.” I winced. “But that’s not up to me.”

“We’re boyfriends. In a monogamous relationship. It’s very much up to you.” He pulled me against him so my chin rested on his chest as I gazed at him.

“You’re sure.”

“As much as I can be about anything.”

“Then yeah, let’s do this.” My stomach went into freefall, but I also felt a certainty I hadn’t…perhaps ever in my life.

The next week I gave away my furniture and moved into Isaiah’s place.

I did not, however, give up my bike.

Compromises.

Chapter Fourteen

Isaiah

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