He gestured towards the view. “All of this. The lights. The Ferris wheel. The fact that I’m here.”
I chuckled. “You applied for the job.”
“Yes, but I didn’t factor in… this.”
“This?”
He turned his head, meeting my gaze. “You.”
I stared at him for a moment, then reached across, took the jug from him and setting it on the floor of the carriage before threading my fingers through his.
“You’re adjusting well,” I said. “You haven’t attempted to leave the country yet.”
He grinned. “Give me time.”
The carriage shifted as we reached the highest point, the city opening out around us.
“So how long do I get to stay with you?” he asked.
“Are you talking about this visit? Or when you relocate here?”
He blinked. “Well, the former. I was going to stay with Karl because I’ll be here until January.”
“I know. I told Karl I’d have you until then.”
He smirked. “And you just did.” When I gave him a puzzled glance, his eyes twinkled. “Have me.”
“I could say the same thing of you. But I mean it. Stay with me.”
He gazed at me. “For the next few weeks?”
I smiled. “For longer than that.”
His breathing hitched.
“You’ll need space for your things,” I told him. “If you’re relocating to Berlin, it would be inefficient for you to maintain separate accommodation unnecessarily.”
Kieran stared at me. “You’re inviting me to move in with you.”
I shrugged. “I’m stating the logical conclusion.”
He laughed under his breath. “That’s one way of putting it.”
I cocked my head. “You would prefer not to?”
“No,” he said quickly. “No, that’s not—” He stopped. Exhaled. “I just didn’t think you’d say it like that.”
“How else would I say it?”
Kieran’s eyes flicked toward the city, then back to me. “Maybe something less like a housing proposal?”
I considered that. I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear. “Live with me. I want you to.”
Kieran’s voice was warm. “Okay.”
I smiled. “Good.” Then as an afterthought, I added, “There is also the matter of the piano.”
He blinked. “The piano.”