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“Have you talked to Peter about it?”

“No. I’ve only just come up with the idea.”

“You should.”

He’s right. I should. It isn’t just my house. It’s Peter’s too. Every decision I make—especially one as monumental as asking the guy I love to move in with us—has to involve Peter.

“I will.”

“When you have his blessing, ask me again.”

When we get to the car park, the five of us squeeze into my car. Cameron sits in the passenger seat, and Lewis sits in the back between the boys, who fire questions at him about Hong Kong and the flight the whole drive home. Cameron rests his hand on my thigh throughout the drive.

Once we’re home, I put my hands on Peter’s shoulders before he has a chance to dash into Lewis’s home with Elliott.

“We should give them some space,” I say softly.

“Aww.”

“Plus, I need to talk to you about something.”

“What?”

“You’ll find out. Let’s go.”

We wave Cameron, Lewis, and Elliott goodbye and enter our house. I go to the sitting room, sit on the sofa, and pat the cushion beside me.

Peter joins me. “What did you want to talk about?”

“How would you feel if I asked Cameron to move in with us?” I hold my breath.

Peter purses his lips. “Would it mean fewer sleepovers?”

“Not necessarily. Elliott could sleep over here, and I’m sure his dad would be happy for you to sleep over there. Not every night, mind.”

Over the last five months, Cameron and I have kept sleepovers mostly to Friday and Saturday nights and school holidays.

“Well, what do you think?” I ask.

Peter grins. “Sure, Cameron can move in. I like him.”

“I love him.”

“Does that mean you’re going to get married?”

My heart flutters. “Maybe. One day. Let’s start with seeing how we all get along with Cameron living here first, okay?”

“Will he sleep in your room?”

“Is—is that okay?”

“Uh, yeah. It would be weird for your boyfriend to sleep in another room.”

I ruffle Peter’s hair. “Thanks, buddy.”

He stands, grabs my arm, and tugs me up.

“What are you doing?”