“And you have me slumming it down the hall?” I joked as I continued to take in the beauty of the room before me. If Judah’s room was huge, this one was gigantic. I looked back at Wyatt as he smirked “I could put you somewhere nicer but then you wouldn’t want to leave”. “Yeah and we both know you’re counting down the days till you’re free to be your grumpy old self again”, I teased in reply. Wyatt attempted a half smile but quickly turned away, walking to what I presumed was his wardrobe, “do your worst” he said as he opened the door. I tried not to focus on how huge this room also was when I looked and found the right side empty. I pointed to it, looking back at Wyatt. He rolled his eyes to my unasked question “not my therapist Poppy”. I sighed, looking back at his clothes. I skimmed throu
