Page 126 of Not That Complicated

“I’m happy,” I told him.

A wide smile broke over his face. “Yeah?”

“You make me happy. I don’t even care about my murder house anymore because it brought me to you. And I love you.”

“I love you.”

I stretched luxuriously beneath him. “Mm. What time is it?”

His face took on a mischievous cast. “It’s one thirty.”

“Ooh. Plenty of time for more—”

“In the afternoon.”

My voice dried up and I stared at him. “What?”

“It’s one thirty in the afternoon.”

We’d slept the whole night away. And the morning.

“Don’t you dare,” I said.

“Ray.” He pulled a mock-apologetic face. “You know checkout is at ten a.m. I’m going to have to charge you for an extra night.”

“You’re a dick,” I said.

“It’s company policy. Late checkout only goes—ahhh!” He giggled when I started pinching his butt, then shoving at him.

“You should have woken me up!”

“You should have set an alarm!”

I growled at him and bit his neck.

He moaned, allowing me to wrestle him flat. “I’ll cover it,” he said. “This one’s on me.”

“Bet your arse it is,” I said. I scrambled on top in a flurry of knees and elbows, and we stayed there until checkout the next morning.

EPILOGUE

He didn't move in withme right away.

If it had been down to me, we'd have checked out of the Premier Lodge—preferably for the last time ever—swung by Adam's house to pick up his stuff, and moved him in that day.

Adam, being the mature and responsible one, held off. He wasn't being coy; he had decisions to make about his future. I promised myself I wouldn't hold him back. He was bright and talented and beautiful. He deserved the world, and if he wanted to go out there and grab it with both hands, I wouldn't stop him.

He wasn't as impressed as I'd expected him to be when I nobly told him this.

He said he was exactly where he wanted to be (which, when he said it, was on top of me) his hands were full enough, thank you (of my arse) and he'd move in as soon as his application to get a master’s degree in architecture at Cambridge was accepted. If it wasn't, he'd have to look at London or move north for a few years, and heads up, he'd be taking me with him.

He'd said this last bit challengingly. He had to know I'd follow him anywhere. I told him anyway.

He was accepted, of course. We popped champagne, he moved in, and it was great. He commuted to Cambridge to study, and he came home to me every night. He did all those things to me he had promised to do, including the striptease, and life was good.

I even made headway on my house renovations. I'd been encouraged by how spectacularly my love life renovations had gone.

Before I got stuck into it, I gave Jasper the in-depth interview I'd told Fraser I was going to give, and I even let him take photographs before I gutted the place.

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