I helped Corin clear the table and load the dishwasher after dinner. The little taste of domestic bliss made me stupidly happy, imagining doing mundane chores with Corin, living together, and I blamed Heather for putting the idea in my head. I’d reconciled with the fact that even if I married the man I loved, my life would be like aunt Mel. She and her partner, Betsy, had been together since before I was born. Betsy was always introduced as ‘Melissa’s roommate.’ I didn’t want to put Corin through that sort of bullshit.
“Everything okay?” Corin asked as he handed me some sort of soap pod for the dishwasher.
“Yeah,” I said.
“You sure? You look awful damn serious about something.” He smiled at me, the sort of expression that melted my heart and made me wobbly in the knees. I resisted the u
