I stared inside slowly.
It was huge.
Bigger than my old bedroom.
Of course it was.
“This is excessive.”
“Mhm.”
“You could rent this out.”
“No.”
I laughed softly before slowly hanging my clothes inside.
And weirdly enough—
something about seeing my things beside his made my chest feel warm again.
My dresses beside his suits.
My shoes beside his polished dress shoes.
My skincare products invading his bathroom already.
It felt…
domestic.
Dangerously domestic.
By the time Adrian returned from his last minute evening meeting later that night, Amelia had already left to “give the newlyweds privacy,” which nearly killed me spiritually.
I was sitting cross-legged on the couch with my laptop open when he walked inside loosening his tie.
Immediately his eyes landed on me.
Then so
