“I didn’t realize you lived so close.”
The words were out of my mouth before I realized how stupid that sounded. We’d been on a cruise for the last few weeks, not going on normal dates around the city we both lived. We hadn’t even discussed our living arrangements when we got home until the plane ride back here.
My palms feel slick with a fresh layer of sweat, but Lachlan doesn’t miss a beat, “Now you do,” he pecks my nose, “Welcome to my less than homely, home.”
I brush past him and into a space that smells entirely of him.
Everything here feels like it’s straight out of a modern catalog. Like it was staged this way, and he purchased the agreement with the furniture included.
Like he wasn’t planning on staying.
I don’t linger on the last thought because I can’t…. He’d said things
