twenty-two
“I think we should move in together.”
Nya stopped mid-chew while Tag kept shoveling the veggie risotto she’d made into his mouth. “We should what?” she asked.
They were seated at her bistro table eating dinner. It had only been three days since Tag and Farrah had broken up, but apparently, he was making plans for the future. “Think about it,” Tag said. “You don’t want to be here. I’m knocking around that big apartment by myself. We should move in together. It’s not like we don’t get along. I can watch you if you’re at mine.”
She speared a pea. “I just moved in here,” she said, eyeing the boxes still stacked by her front door.
It was nice to see him optimistic, but she couldn’t figure out where this was coming from. “Yeah, but it’s not like you’re settled. You could pack up
