Over the next week I saw very little of Max. It snowed almost constantly so he was working like crazy to keep his lots cleared. By the time New Year’s Eve rolled around I was living out of boxes, ready to put everything into storage. I was getting excited about moving, but I had a ton to do. The next day we were moving everything into my storage unit and I was moving into Lexi and Mike’s condo.
But for one night, I was forgetting about it all so I could have fun with my friends. And my boyfriend? Was that what Max was?
I was trying not to stress about defining my relationship with Max. We agreed to give it a shot. Us. We were an us. I hadn’t really ever been an us before. I’d dated, yeah, but never been serious enough with a man that I would consider him a boyfriend, or the other half of
