LEILANI
I hadn’t fully thought this through.
That realization hit me approximately three hours after Aesir finished moving his belongings back into the bedroom.
At the time, writing the invitation into my letter had felt surprisingly easy. Logical. Reasonable. Necessary. Now that he was actually here?
Now that his shirts occupied half the wardrobe again and his books had returned to the shelves and his scent lingered throughout the room?
I was beginning to realize there was a significant difference between making a decision and living with it.
I sat cross-legged near the window with a book open in my lap. I hadn’t turned a page in nearly twenty minutes. Not because the story wasn’t interesting. Because I was painfully aware of the man sitting across the room.
Aesir occupied one of t
