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“Baby, I need you closer.”
“But…”
“Living with me will reduce your commute to and from Stanton by at least twenty minutes.”
“Will I be able to set up my own home office?”
“Yes,” he hissed before peppering my cheeks with kisses. “You can have my office if you want.”
“And you’ll let me borrow a tie every once in a while.” He really had a fantastic tie collection.
“My wardrobe is your wardrobe. Borrow whatever you want.”
“Okay. Fine. I’ll move in.” His golden retriever bouncing instantly ruined my attempts to sound grudging and reluctant. In truth, he’d sold me on the idea of living together from the moment he’d mentioned being the first and last people we’d see each day.
I wanted that. My life needed to start each day with the golden ray of sunlight who was holding me. Sebastian Courtland was my everything, my personal god of happiness, and I couldn’t wait to spend my life with him.