After showering and changing into something more comfortable, I came downstairs to join Xavier for dinner.
“I’ve found a place,” I announced, and his brows shot up in surprise. “I should be moving out by the weekend.”
“That’s great news,” Xavier remarked, offering his congratulations. “I’m buying you furniture,” he added, preparing himself for any objections I might have.
I started to protest, but he raised a hand, silencing me. “I feel bad that I couldn’t even help you with a place despite the amount of zeros in my account. Let me do something for you.”
I relented, realizing that arguing would be futile. “I wasn’t going to argue,” I admitted with a mumble, and he chuckled. “I was only going to tell you to get me a crème-colored sofa, and the rest of the furniture should lean towards w
