Chapter 35
Tristan
“Dude, I’ve told you before, it’s really fucking creepy when you watch me sleep.”
Ben smirked. “Dollar in the swear jar.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, Bug, but this is bed is tiny. I’ve spent half the night worried I was going to fall out.”
Grinning, I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, our bare cocks pressing together. We were already lying on our sides facing each other, but he was right, it was a squeeze, even lying like this. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
We probably should have gone to his house last night, but we were trapped in a little bubble that neither of us wanted to break. After we’d cleaned ourselves up, we’d spent the rest of the night just cuddling in my bed, talking about everything and nothing.
It was the perfect ending to the best Christmas Day I’d ever had.
I brushed my lips over his, smiling at the contented sigh he released. Shifting, he adjusted himself to drape an arm over my hips and tangled his legs with mine, freeing up the smallest bit of space away from the edge.
“You know,” I said, cupping his cheek. “I’ve never had a boyfriend stay in my bed.”
“I should hope not,” he replied. “Or we’d have to burn the mattress.”
I snorted. “Then what would I sleep on?”
“My bed.”
My grin widened. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this room is quite small. I don’t think your king-size bed would fit in this house, let alone this room.”
He sighed, a crease forming on his forehead as if he was trying to figure out the world’s hardest math equation. “That’s true. Maybe we should keep the bed at my house, and you move in with me.”
My heart stopped beating, the grin falling from my face. “What?”
“You heard. Move in with me.” I gaped at him, not quite comprehending what he was saying. When several long beats passed, he chuckled. “Earth to Bug, are you there?”
“Are you being serious?” I asked, excitement bubbling under my skin.
This time, he brushed his mouth against mine. “Yes, I’m serious. I know it’s soon, but when you’re not there, the house just isn’t the same. It’s not home without you. Besides, you were saving up to move out of here, and your sisters clearly need a room each, and-”
I pressed my finger against his mouth, cutting off his nervous babble. “Stop talking.” He fell silent, and my gaze darted between his, trying to find even the slightest hint that he’d regretted asking. When I didn’t find a single trace, I bit my lip. “Ask me again.”
His kissable lips pulled up on one side. “Bug. Will you move in with me?”
“Only if I can get a fish tank.”
He rolled over, maneuvering me until I was underneath him and pinning my arms above my head, his cock digging into mine. “Yes, you can have a fish tank. Does that mean you will?”
“Yeah,” I replied.
The word had barely left my lips before his mouth crashed down on mine, our tongues battling for dominance. To my dismay, he broke the kiss far too early. “Will you move in today?”
“Today?” I snorted.
“Yes, Bug. Today. I’m not sleeping in this fucking bed another night, and I can’t sleep in my own bed without you.”
“Dollar in the swear jar.”
He burst out laughing, a deep timbre that hit me in my heart. Fuck, I loved him.
“Okay, today it is.” I reached up and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “I have a feeling next year is going to be a good one.”
He grinned down at me, his eyes sparking with love. “The best.”