Nancy's POV
The next day, Jessie and I are startled awake by a soft, but rapid, knocking on our door. I crawl out of bed, scrub the sleep from my face, and open the door. Ronnie is standing there in all his glory.
He's dressed in jeans that probably cost more than all my clothes together, a plain black t-shirt, and sneakers that look like they've never been worn before.
I look him up and down before remembering that I'm in a t-shirt that is two sizes too big and sweatpants so old that I can't remember where I got them from.
“Hey, what are you doing here?" I ask while trying to cover a yawn.
“I'm here to help you pack up your stuff. I want to get you moved in as soon as possible," Ronnie says and leans down to kiss me on the cheek.
Luckily this isn't a surprise to Jessie. I told her
