On Monday, we both resume our work routines. Later in the day, Edward invites me to his office, where I sit and wait as he finishes up his tasks. Afterwards, we head back to his apartment.
"I really have to go back to my apartment one of these days," I mention.
"You should move in," he suggests, taking my hand and leading me to his bed.
"I don't know, I'm just still... It's been... If we were to get tired of each other, we would have already gotten tired of each other. But we haven't," he expresses hesitantly.
"If you live there and I live here, how much time would we have together? You're so busy with work, I'm busy with work, we'll never get time to be together. But this way, we get to spend every moment we're not at work together. Come on, move in," he persuades.
"Okay fine, I will
