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Onyx gives me a slow smile. “It’s definitely a better plan than us all staying at Sawyer’s while we looked for a place.”
“I don’t have room for all of you,” Sawyer quickly retorts.
“It would have been cosy.” Kalen laughs.
“Slate?” I ask.
“I’m not going to those interviews.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m not buggering off to the other side of the country for the next however many years if you’re all going to be setting up home together.”
“We can wait.” I offer but he shakes his head. “It wouldn’t be like that.”
“No. I’ll do OU.”
“OU?”
“Open University. I can study from home – our home – in my own time and can still work for The Order at the same time. Most importantly, it won’t take me away from you.”
“Don’t you want to go off and have a real college experience?”
“University. And no, I don’t. I want to live with my girl, fight with my brothers and make music in my own time, and on my own terms.”
“Are you sure?” I bite my bottom lip, unsure.
“Absolutely.”
I hesitate, turning to Sawyer. It’s a big ask; expecting him to shack up with his brothers. The age gap between us suddenly feels huge as I stare at him. Would he feel like the designated responsible adult? Like a teacher, or worse, a parent figure if he lived with us? Maybe this was a horrible idea.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Amelie
I’m just opening my mouth to take it all back when Sawyer steps forward and kisses me.
“The Order themselves couldn’t stop me,” he vows. “So long as I can bring Momo.”
“Of course we’ll take Momo with us! He’s my dog!”
“Does Momo know he’s yours? I don’t think so. It’smybed he likes to sleep in every night.” He smiles at me and his eyes twinkle. God, I love it when he smiles and jokes. It reminds me that he isn’tthatmuch older than the rest of us. He just acts it because of all the responsibility that gets placed upon his shoulders. I decide, if we’re doing this, I'm going to make sure Sawyer unwinds and has fun. He needs to act his age a little more, rather than playing the protective older brother, aloof teacher, middle Aged business suit.
I kiss him back and then turn to include all of the guys in the conversation. They’re all grinning broadly, talking animatedly, and Kalen is saying something about sex timetables and calling shotgun on the best bedroom.
“We’re really doing this?” I ask Sawyer.
“We are.”
“And it’s not crazy?” I check.
“I mean, it’s a little crazy,” he teases. “You only arrived here ten months ago?—”
“Shut up,” I groan.
“But when it’s right?—”
“You know!” Kalen cries.
