♥ Lance ♥
It was a rare Saturday with nothing pulling us in different directions. No shifts, no deadlines, no plans. Just us and our small apartment. By midmorning, we had scrubbed the place, walked to the laundromat, watched our clothes spin, and carried everything back warm and folded. When the last T-shirt slid into its drawer, the apartment felt lighter. Casey stood in the bedroom doorway, hair in a ponytail, one sleeve pushed up. She looked tired and satisfied. My chest tightened the way it always did when I watched her move through our space like she belonged there. And she most definitely did belong.
“That is the last of it,” she said. “We are officially adults,”
“Speak for yourself,” I said. “I still have cereal for dinner in my heart,” Casey laughed.
“You are impossible,” sh
