Page 45 of My Hottest Obsession

“You’re packing,” I state, and he nods.

“Yep.”

“You’re packing my things,” I say, trying to get him to elaborate.

“Uh-huh.”

“Why are you packing my things?” I ask as I wrap the comforter tighter around my body.

“So, we can get you moved in with me,” he says like it should be obvious.

“What if I don’t want to move in with you?” I ask him.

He stops packing and glares at me.

“You want to. You love my place. Don’t you?”

I sigh and head into the kitchen. I need coffee or something to wake me up if I want to have this conversation with him. It’s hard for me to think straight when I’m around here, especially when one or both of us is naked.

I need the distance to clear my head and try to figure out if moving in with him is a good idea. Things are still so new between us, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’m happier than I’ve ever been.

I promised myself that I would jump with both feet and be all in with him.

“If you don’t like my place, then we can find something else. Or if it feels like it’s just my place, then you can decorate it. Whatever you want. I just want to be with you,” he says as he follows me into the kitchen.

I melt. He’s so sweet. He keeps proving that he really is all in with me.

“My mom used to always get so excited when she met a new boyfriend. I lost track of the number of times that we were supposed to move in with them, but it always fell apart. Always.”

“You’re not your mom, baby,” he tells me, pulling me against him. “And I’m not some scamming loser. This thing is real between us.”

“I know. I guess I just still have the hang-ups. I want to be with you, to move in with you and build a future together, but I think my first reaction might always be that it’s too good to be true and to run,” I warn him.

“I’ll catch you,” he says with a wide smirk. “You’re it for me.”

“You’re it for me, too,” I admit.

“Good. Now why don’t you help me pack up the rest of your things.”

“But… coffee,” I pout, and he laughs.

“You’re right. I’ll hire movers. Let’s go get breakfast.”

“Don’t you have to go to work?” I ask him.

“Well, we both do, but let’s go back in tomorrow,” he says.

“Um, I don’t work for you anymore. Remember?”

“Actually, you’ve been hired back. Technically, I never told HR that you quit so…” he says, trailing off.

“Oh, I guess I don’t have much of a choice then, huh?”

“I guess so. Besides, I miss seeing your face every day.”

“Well, you will be since we’ll be living together.”

He smiles, the happiest I’ve ever seen as he stares down at me. His dark blue eyes twinkle, and a sense of calm settles over me.

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