Roomie Wars Box Set

I laugh softly, keeping my face buried in his neck, my special nook.

“What do we do about the wedding?” I ask, letting out a sigh while waiting for him to answer.

“What do you mean what do we do? You’ve planned the perfect wedding. We get married next week, nothing’s going to change that,” he says adamantly.

“But the money, I know you wanted to build a house.”

He smiles, kissing my cheek and burying his face into my hair. “You still haven’t shown me the plans for Dad’s place.”

I pull back, in shock. Is he finally considering us moving there?

“You mean you want to stay at your dad’s?”

“Well, not in his house, but I know how your architectural mind works. I trust that you understand where my heart lies. You’ll do something magnificent with the land, and we can really enjoy being there.”

I’m in complete and utter shock. I had begged him for months to consider moving, and he argued then shut me down every time. I hope he’s not backing down because he thinks that will sway me back into his arms.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s a bit far for work, so how about a compromise?” he suggests. “We fix up that place and use it for the weekends, and we re-do this apartment and keep it for weekdays when we’re in the city.”

“This apartment? As in what we’re sitting in right now?” I question, not following his train of thought.

He nods. “Yes. It’s on the market, right?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I’m not sure. But can we afford this? Why the sudden change of heart?”

“Because I forgot to trust you. You’re the only person in the world who understands my transition and what my relationship with my dad meant to me. You have this incredible ability to visualize… something I admire about you. I need to trust your vision instead of thinking you would tarnish what seems like my only memories left of Dad.” His voice breaks slightly, and with a short silence, he continues, “As long as we don’t go overboard with costs, we can manage just fine. I have so many great memories of this place.”

“Me, too.” I smile happily. “It was home for so many years. But Drew, on a serious note… can I ask you something?”

He nods, waiting for me to speak but instead, I twist my body so I’m straddling him. His cock is rock-hard, poking out of his jeans which surely has to be uncomfortable.

“Do we get naked here? Or try to make it home?”

A wide grin spreads across his sexy face. “I thought you’d never ask, but here’s the thing. I agreed not to touch you until our wedding night.”

“What lame-ass person made that rule up?”

“The same person desperate to eat that pizza.” He laughs. “Sorry, rules are rules.”

“They’re made to be broken,” I remind him.

“Not this time.” He places a finger against my lips tracing the bottom as his eyes follow the slow movements. “I think you’re right, sometimes it’s good to be a traditionalist. Makes it even more special.”

“I don’t like being right,” I tell him. “It makes me think I’m old and wise.”

“You’re beautiful and mine.”

I laugh out loud. “Okay, but so you know, I’m petrified the doves will try to attack me. You are right about that.”

“I can be right about many things, but the only thing worth being right about is you.”

And there, inside the four walls where it all began, he kissed me again.

My roomie, my fiancé.

My life.