Page 252 of Where We Stay
Her brows pull together. “No?”
I sit up and look directly at her. “Move in with us.”
Blair stills.
“Stay here forever.”
For once, Blair Morgan has absolutely nothing to say. She just stares at me with her pants still undone.
“Dean…”
“You already live here.”
She releases a breathy laugh. “Technically, I don’t.”
“You sleep here every night.”
“Most nights.”
“Your shampoo is in my shower.”
“That proves nothing.”
“Half your clothes are in my closet.”
“Maybe you don’t have enough clothes.”
“Pen has a drawer in the bathroom that she calls Blair’s drawer.”
That gets a smile out of her.
I climb off the bed and walk over, taking her hips in my hands.
“So, move in.”
Her eyes are already shining. “Dean, I practically live here now.”
“I know.”
“So, what exactly changes?”
“You stop calling it my house.”
Her face crumples.
Fuck.
“I want it to be ours, Blair,” I tell her. “I want you to know this is your home too.”
She looks down, pressing her lips together before lifting her eyes back to mine.
“You really want this?”
“Baby, I want all of it.” I pull her closer. “You, Aspen, this baby, Christmas chaos, your shit everywhere. All of it.”
Blair laughs through her tears. “You make a very compelling argument.”
“I’m serious.”
