“Shut up,” he warns and pokes me in the side. “So that’s a yes, you’ll come somewhere?”
“Yeah. Somewhere quiet.”
“All my places are in cities,” he says half to himself.
“All? How many homes do you have? No, don’t answer that question.”
“They’re mostly apartments anyway. I’m not big into entertaining so no pressure to have parties in a small place. Dylan’s is the party house.” He pauses. “Was the party house.”
“You know where I’d really like to go? Somewhere in the middle of nowhere with absolutely nobody anywhere nearby.” I stroke his cheek.
“Okay. Do you know where I’d really like to go?”
“Where?”
He catches my fingers and kisses them. “Wherever you are.”