“I’ve been arranging for my parents’ personal items to be removed from the properties they gave away, and there’s been a lot of meetings with the lawyer, signing papers and shit.”
“And what about The Court? Do you still think they’re coming after you?”
“They are.”
“Have they tried anything?” I wonder how’d Jake feel if I just locked him in one of the panic rooms and never let him leave?
“No. But we can’t let our guard down,” he says. “And I really need to make sure you are always surrounded by security.”
“Oh, I am. Don’t worry.” I laugh. “It was a condition for my father letting me come back here.”
After sliding the lasagna slices next to the servings of salad, I pick up the plates and place them on the dining table. “You want a drink?”
“Water please.”
I grab two bottles of water out of the fridge and sit at the table.
“This smells so good,” Jake says.
“Antonia made it. It’s always good when she makes it.”
“But you reheated it. I bet that made it even better.” Jake grins.
I burst out laughing. “That is the corniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
He lifts one shoulder up and down. “I’m not wrong.”
Silence fills the space as we dig into the food. “This is very domesticated of us,” I say after a few minutes.
“It is,” Jake agrees.
“It’s… odd.”
“You don’t want to be domesticated with me?”
“What would that look like?”
“Us living together?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Well, first of all, I’d buy you a house that you’d never want to leave. Your dream house. Second, we’d have sex in every single room and there are going to be a lot of rooms. Third, I’d get to wake up every morning with my head between your legs. Or, if I’m lucky, your mouth wrapped around my dick. Fourth, we’d get a dog… or a cat. Then, in a few years, we’d start our own little family. Kids.”
I cough. “You want kids? With me?”
“I sure as fuck don’t want them with anyone else.” He scowls.
“This is all a bit fast. Don’t you think?”
“I did say in a few years, Jazzy, not tomorrow.”
“Right.” I roll my eyes, because he’s insane. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
“Since I was about twelve and you gave me my first hard-on, and then my first wet dream.”
“Me? How did I give you that?”
“By existing,” Jake deadpans.