“I know it seems rushed and too fast, but you don’t have to continue to fulfill my life every day for the next two or three years before I realize you’re the one. You’re it.” Quick interrupted, sliding off the bed and getting back on his knees. “I love you, Cayson. I do. And, I haven’t said that to many people. My sweet Cays. I love you from a place so deep, that I feel like I’ve just started to live life. That a missing part of me has come alive, and it feels so good when I’m with you. I know I have my son, and my friends. But you soothe something inside of me that no one ever has. That’s how I know.” Quick pressed their joined hands over his heart. “You own this. Whatever your answer is. Yes or no. You’ll always own this.”
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“How many people have you told already?” Cayson rolled his eyes playfully, while he finished packing his bags. He was going to stay with Quick while he had a cleaning crew come in and clear the stench of blood, melee, deceit and any other disgusting shit that’d been left behind last night. Even though they were technically engaged – Cayson was still smiling from three hours ago – he wasn’t going to move in with Quick. Having his own space would be good for them while they continued to date and learn each other during their hopefully not too long engagement.
“Only a few,” Quick muttered, avoiding Cayson’s eyes. Quick’s fingers were flying over the keys on his cell phone, a wide grin sitting firmly on his face, the same way it’d been since Cayson said yes.
He’d been a little more than scared when he realized he was about to say yes, but he couldn’t dispute that he was in love with Quick as well. Hook, line and sinker, his heart belonged to Roman Webb.
“I was texting Vaughan. He’s at work, but he’s going insane. He wants to help plan the wedding,” Quick said, laughing as he read more of Vaughan’s responses. “Oh, hell. He and Duke want us over this week for dinner.”
Cayson finally started to ignore the slight twinge of pain in his bruised cheek from smiling so much, because there was no way he could stop. “How long do you think we’re going to be at the police station?” Cayson asked, zipping up one of his suitcases.
“Hopefully not long. You have to meet the detective at one, so maybe an hour or two. You’ll have to answer whatever questions they have, then write your statement.” Quick helped Cayson lift the suitcase off the bed and set it on the floor. He took Cayson in his arms for the hundredth time that morning and kissed him passionately.
“Then I want to go home, help you get settled and then….”
Cayson walked behind Quick, carrying his garment bag while Quick carried the other luggage and his toiletry bag. They locked up the house and packed his things in his car. “And then what?” Cayson asked when he got inside and started the engine.
“Then, since you’re on medical leave for the next couple weeks.” Quick leaned over the console of Cayson’s hybrid and seductively licked at his lips. “I want to make love to you for two weeks straight, where we only get out of bed to piss, shower, and eat, then it’s back to bed.”
If Cayson wasn’t a law-abiding citizen, he would’ve blown off his appointment with the police detective and sped back to Quick’s home, running every light that tried to slow him down, and been in Quick’s bed, spread wide open for him.
Quick
Quick turned and held his hand out for Cayson’s keys. “I’ll drive, gorgeous. You still look tired.”
“I am exhausted, a little. From being in there.” Cayson clutched the back of his neck, pointing behind him at the police station. “It felt like they were asking the same question over and over, just wording it differently each time.”
“Yeah.” Quick started the quiet engine. “They try to catch you in a lie.”
“But I wasn’t lying.”
“I believe you, baby. But they don’t know you’re not a liar.”
“Now we have to go to court, right?”
“Yep. In a couple months. Joe will probably get a lot of suspended sentences, and maybe probation, if they can’t make everything stick. He’s got more lawyers than OJ had.”
“Whatever. One of those cops was a dick. He made me feel like a slut.”
Quick laughed, picking up one of Cayson’s hands and kissing each knuckle. “I don’t remember that part.”
“He treated me like I was a bed-hopper. Like I went right from Joe’s bed to yours in the same night, as if I drove him to act desperately.”
“Um. Didn’t you?” Quick winked, then flinched when Cayson slugged him in his arm, rubbing it exaggeratingly as if Cayson could really hurt him. “I’d go crazy if you dumped me, too.”