Olive's P.O.V.
The question hung in the air for several minutes. I knew I needed to say something, but all coherent thoughts escaped me. My mind raced as it thought of what my answer should be. I love him, and he loves me. We laid ourselves bare for one another after his accident, but we've only been together about a month. That's too short a time to move in together isn't it? Yet, somehow I just wanted to blurt out yes. I mean we stay together every night anyway. What's the difference?
"No," I started, and the hurt on his face killed me. "Move in with me instead. I don't want to lose my mom's flat as my home. Live here with me, where she wanted me to be."
The joy that rekindled in his eyes made my heart swell. He propped himself on his elbows over me again, kissing me so deeply that
