"Do you? Call it a failure and a step down?”
The question settles between us, because that's the real thing, isn't it? Not what other people think. What I think.
I look around again. The apartment isn't impressive, and nobody would envy it. But every single thing inside it belongs to me.
The cheap bubble bath. The books. The second-hand wine glasses. The freedom.
All mine.
“No." The answer comes easily, in the end. "No, I don't."
Something warm flickers in his expression, and I rest my chin on his chest.
"That house was beautiful, though. The kitchen alone was twice the size of this apartment."
Locke's mouth twitches. "That's insulting to this cute little studio."
"It is a little insulting….”
"But?"
“But… I’d take this place over that one every day of the week. I'd take one room
