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“Stop that,” Will whispered, the heat in Stan’s eyes and touch jolting him with a healthy dose of lust and fueling the sweet hunger he’d been trying to suppress all evening.
“Stop what?” Stan whispered back.
“You know,” Will groaned. “You’re distracting me.”
“Your smile does crazy things to me,” Stan murmured huskily. “But you don’t hear me complaining.”
“Stan…”
“Move in with me, Will.” Stan breathed, entwining his fingers with Will’s. “I’m sorry, I assumed but…I can’t wait until I can roll over at two a.m. to find your lips instead of a text.” The two locked gazes. “All I want is for your face to be the first that I see in the morning and the last that I see at night. Please.”
Will felt his chest expand and his heart jump at Stan’s words. But… “I’m comfortable where I live now.” He croaked.
“I don’t mind moving in with you.” Stan couldn’t believe he was actually saying that. “I just thought since my place was bigger…”