“Your parents signed everything for the house today,” I manage, jolting forward with the weight of his plunge. “Mhmm.” “They move in four weeks.” “Yup.” “That means I can move back home soon.” “You’re already home.” “What?” “This is your home.” The words lick at the skin on my neck, hot and sweet. “I’m keeping you.” “Are you asking me to move in with you?” “I’m telling you you’re not going anywhere.”
