June’s Point of View
“Move in with me.”
Those four words had been haunting me for days now.
Whispering in my ears in the middle of the night.
Echoing in my head every time I paused for breath.
Taunting me every time I tried to focus.
I was at work—on the outside, at least. But inside, my thoughts were miles away. Not in the shop, not with Belle or the upcoming launch. No.
I was still in Dos’s living room, curled up beside him on the couch, heart racing as he looked at me with those stormy eyes and asked, almost too casually—
“Move in with me, June.”
Just like that. Like it was the easiest question in the world.
Like it didn’t carry the weight of every possible future.
And here I was now, three days later, still stuck in that moment.
Move in with him?
Was I ready for that?
Wha
