She’ll still be able to see the stars.

“This is my favorite spot,” she says, climbing into the king-sized futon, complete with matching throw pillows and a large oversized knit blanket. Already an end table contains a stack of books, and she runs her fingers down the spines.

I want her fingers on me. “Your favorite spot? Not the bedroom?”

“My second-favorite spot, then,” she says with an impish grin.

“There’s something else.”

“More than this?” Jane stands and walks to the kitchen. She opens her arms wide and twirls beneath the skylights. “I thought you were keeping things simple.”

“It is simple.”

I lead her back through the kitchen and stop at the first door on the right. Jane opens it and tiptoes in. “You wanted two offices?”

“It’s for you.” A real, honest-to-God office. Floor-to-ceiling shelves. A sturdy desk by a window that looks out on the side yard. An armchair for comfort. “You need a place other than the coffee shop or the sofa to do your work.”

“I barely have any work yet.” Her dark eyes are bright with happiness even as she tries to convince me that she doesn’t need this. “Applications and essays.”

“It’s important work.” I take her face in my hands and kiss her. Jane’s sweet and warm. I could kiss her every second for the rest of my life and it wouldn’t be enough. “It’s how you’ll take the next step. And once you’ve chosen that, you’ll have this place to come back to. It’s all yours.”

“Let me see your office. Let me see where you’ll be when I’m in here.”

“It’s on the other side of that wall.”

“No door?” Jane’s pout isn’t serious, but if I could, I’d punch through the wall and make a door right now. “I guess it’s better for focus.”

“It’s why we have separate rooms. If I could see you, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

I can’t keep my hands off her now. We go over to my office. Jane gets quieter as we approach my desk. “This room is just like you. It’s serious. A little… dangerous.”

“Dangerous? The desk?”

“The man.” She leans against the desk, her hands curling around the edge. Jane did this on purpose. We’re down here because of the thrill. And because we’ve done things in my office before. Things that are too filthy for a sweetheart like Jane. “It makes me want you.”