Darius looked as shocked by those words as Marc was. “Are you serious?”
“We work together. We share equipment. We—”
Marc arched his brows. “So this is about convenience?”
“It’s hard to fuck you when you’ve gone back to your apartment.”
“Darius!”
“Fine. I want you there every morning when I wake up. I want to fucking cuddle you when I go to sleep. Do I have to humiliate myself anymore?”
Marc pulled Darius into his arms. “I love you.”
“I love you too. I want you in my home, in my life. I want to spend all the time with you that I can, so—”
“I want that too.”
“Yes?”
“Yes,” Marc insisted. “I’ve gotten good at packing boxes. Why not pack my own things as well?”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking. It’s practical.”
“Very.”
Darius sighed and nuzzled the side of Marc’s neck. “I love you, and I don’t think that’s ever going to change.”
Marc kissed Darius then. He was ecstatic that after all the what-ifs and near misses, they were starting a life and a business together. His dream was right in front of him, and he was going to embrace it and never let go.