*Will*
I glance sideways at Kiera, her leg bouncing like a jackhammer against the seat. My stomach sinks as I realize she’s a bundle of nerves, just like I was a few moments ago. “Hey,” I say, trying to keep my voice light, “what’s got you so tense?”
She looks at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “I just… I guess I assume I’ll be moving in with you back in New York,” she admits hesitantly.
I nod, the truth of it settling in my gut. “Yeah, we kind of have to if we want anyone to believe this is real.” I try to keep the mood light, but I know the gravity of our situation weighs on both of us. “But my apartment is big, you will get your own bedroom of course.”
“Fine,” she says, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “But we need some rules.”
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Rules?”
Ki
