Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Max grinned. “Then do.”
Sean nodded once. “I think I might.”
Max’s heart thump-bumped happily. He gazed at his man, beyond ready to spend the rest of his life with him. With his cat. His bold warrior. His whole fucking world.
“Move in with me,” he murmured, before he could stop himself.
Sean blinked. Blinked again. “Move in with you? Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Totally serious. You’re out of school. Your lease is done. It makes total and perfect sense.”
Sean still looked so surprised.
“Think about it,” Max chuckled. “It’d make everything so much easier. We could see each other every day. You’d be around to help with clients. And you could finally be my twenty-four-seven slave.”
Sean coughed a laugh. “Yeah, right. You never wanted me as your slave. Your play toy, maybe, but not your slave.
Max shrugged. “I dunno. Keeping you collared and all to myself sounds pretty great to me.”
Sean studied him, smiling, as his iPhone switched songs. “Hold on Forever” by Rob Thomas. Quality tune. Finally, he gave a nod. “Okay.”
Max smiled. “Really? You’ll live with me?”
Sean packed up their stuff. “Yup… But only if you do something for me.”
Max eyed him suspiciously as he gathered his shit, too. “What?”
“Show me that cartwheel you’ve been practicing.”
Max balked. “You want me to—Right here? We’re on a fucking mountainside.”
“So what,” Sean laughed. “There’s barely an incline.” He demonstrated with a perfect-ten cartwheel of his own, making it look so damn easy.
Max scowled. He’d been challenged. Now he had to fucking do it.
“Fine,” he muttered. “One cartwheel. Here goes.”
Sean grinned and shouldered on his rucksack.
Max drew in a deep breath. Shook out his arms. Then threw himself into a haphazard sideways handspring. Immediately, his one leg took out a young, aspiring tree. One he’d been positive he’d clear without problems. He clamored back to upright, then tripped over a rock.
Sean howled with laughter and took off running.
Max gaped, watching him go, rucksack bouncing.
“That. Little. Shit,” he chuckled, swiping up his pack.
And with that, he gave chase, hot on Sean’s heels.
The End