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“Thank you,” he murmured, and then he gently leaned in and kissed me.
I kissed him back, laying back and pulling him on top of me so he wasn’t resting on the hard floor. Our legs were intertwined, and he pulled back from the kiss and rested his head on my chest.
We snuggled like that, laying on the hardwood floor of his entryway. My chest rumbled in contentment, and I had a moment where I realized perhaps that wasn’t the most human thing to do, but Toby only sighed happily and nestled closer.
My Toby was perfect. I wondered idly if it was too soon to ask him to move in with me. I supposed that was a question for Jude—he knew about human conventions. In the meantime, he could get to know Jude and Corbin today, and then later I would get to torture a flower shop owner for information and hopefully find and kill Toby’s stalker.
I smiled happily as I smoothed my hand down Toby’s arm. Life was good.
Chapter 17
Toby
So, yeah, apparently wall sex wasn’t just for books.
Dex was fuckingstrong, though. Holy shit. Like I still wasn’t sure how that had been physically possible. I knew he had muscles, butday-um.
I roused from my stupor enough to realize that I was literally sprawled on top of the man, and he was laying on my floor. “That can’t be comfortable,” I murmured, starting to lift myself up.
His hands only gripped me tighter, and he rumbled, “It’s fine. Laying on the ground has never bothered me.”
I leaned up and looked at him then, feeling sad thinking about him lying on a cold floor. The slight rumbling that I had felt underneath me seemed to stop. I swear, I felt like he had been purring, which was slightly insane.
“I want you comfortable,” I said, staring down at him. God, his eyes were beautiful.
“I’m comfortable as long as you are,” he rumbled, and I almost melted into a puddle of goo. How was I so fucking lucky that he had decided to be interested inme? Not that I was, like, totally lacking in self-esteem or anything. I was a kick-ass writer. I had friends. I was fun. I gave damn good head, too. I was goodboyfriend material, although I occasionally got lost in my own fantasy world.
But Dex—well, obviously he was hot as hell, and I felt lucky that we got to fool around. But he was fuckingsweet,too. Of course I’d always been attracted to his sexy exterior, but there had always been something about his badass vibes combined with his slight awkwardness that was totally endearing. Then he went and did shit like say he was gonna protect me, and he fixed my house numbers and put up lights and said we were boyfriends, then he ravaged me in my hallway, cleaned me up, andsnuggledme.
And then had the nerve to say that he was comfortable as long as I was comfortable.
Fuck.
I wasnotgoing to recover from him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, gently rubbing his hand up and down my back.
“You’re just too good, you know that?” I answered.
“I’m really not, Toby,” he said seriously.
“Pfft,” I muttered. “You’re good in all the ways that count. No one is perfect. I know that, despite the fact that I write books with romance.”
He rumbled some form of agreement, and I felt like he wanted to argue with me more, but he settled on saying, “I’ll be perfect for you, Toby. You just tell me what you need.”
I looked up at him again, resting my chin on his chest. He didn’t even complain about my pointy ass chin digging into him. “I’m not perfect either, you know. I make up backstories for everything. I get lost in my imagination. I suck at home improvement and cooking.”
He only smiled. “I like your imagination. And I can cook and do home improvement.”
I pecked him on the lips then got up, and he hesitantly let me go. He got up too, and we both gathered our clothes. Well, I gathered my clothes, and he grabbed his shirt.
“I want…” I paused, unsure how to continue. “I want you to be yourself. It won’t work if you don’t. I’ve had enough relationships to know that.”
Because I did want a relationship with Dex, and he seemed to want one too. Maybe things were moving quickly, but we’d been neighbors for months before this. It wasn’t like I just met the guy a week ago.
He nodded, kissing me on the lips again and grabbing my hand, his shirt in his other hand. I felt like he was ready to lead me out of the house, but hello—still naked here.
“Umm, did you still want to do lunch and have me hang with your brothers?” I asked. “You guys are welcome here, or I can go there, but I do need to get dressed,” I joked.
