Page 27 of Better When Shared
Nick cut me off with a kiss. "You're cute when you go all analytical," he murmured against my lips.
"Is that a yes?" I asked, heart hammering with hope.
Nick looked between us, something soft and wondering in his expression. "You really want this? All of this? Me, all the time? The morning breath and the work stress and the fucking Lego sets I leave out everywhere?"
"Yes," Connor and I said in unison.
Nick's laugh was bright and free, the last of his hesitation falling away. "Then yes. Absolutely yes."
I squealed again, throwing my arms around both of them, toppling us back onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and laughter. "We're going to need to make space in the closet," I said, my mind already racing with logistics. "And maybe get you a desk for the corner of the living room for work—"
"Lila," Connor interrupted, amused. "Can we maybe enjoy the moment before you start rearranging the furniture?"
"Sorry," I grinned, not sorry at all. "Just excited."
Nick's arm tightened around my waist. "I'll need to give notice at my apartment in Seattle, pack up my stuff. And I need to accept the job. It will probably take a couple of weeks to sort everything out."
"We'll help," Connor offered. “We can make a weekend of it. Drive up, pack your things, and say goodbye to Seattle."
"And then bring you home," I added, the word 'home' taking on new meaning.
Nick's smile was soft, almost wondering. "Home," he repeated. "I like the sound of that."
