George's POV
The apartment still felt unfamiliar in a way I couldn’t quite shake, even after we’d spent hours unpacking, moving things around, and turning empty corners into something that actually looked like a place someone lived in.
But then she was there, leaning against the counter with a glass of wine in her hand, looking around like she was already mapping the place in her head, and somehow that quiet didn’t feel as heavy.
“So,” she murmured, glancing around before her eyes landed back on me, “this is where you’re going to pretend to be a responsible adult now.”
I let out a quiet breath that almost passed for a laugh, lifting my glass slightly before taking a slow sip. “Pretend?” I raised my brows.
She tilted her head, a faint smirk pulling at her lips. “Let’s not get ahead o
