“Move in with me.” I stood, unmoving, un-bloody-blinking, as I tried to absorb his words. “Huh?” “Move in with me, Molloy,” Joey repeated, closing the space between us. “Live with me.” “Here?” “Here,” he confirmed with a nod. “For now, at least.” My heart bucked wildly in my chest as my eyes roamed over his face, searching for the lie. I didn’t find it. “You’re serious,” I breathed, feeling dizzy. “You’re not joking.” “No, I’m not,” he replied, clamping a hand down on my hip. “Be with me.” “I am with you, Joe.” “No.” He shook his head. “Be with me, Molloy.” “In what way?” “In every way.” Whoa.
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