Move In
Ethan
"Honey, I'm home!"
"Oh my gosh. You did not just say that!" she shouts back, humor filling her voice.
I drop my keys on the counter and take off my coat, hanging it on the hook by the door that leads to the garage and kick off my shoes.
There's a pot on the stove and I lift the lid, inhaling the delicious aroma of bubbling tomato sauce. She's killing me slowly, that's what she's doing.
It's only been four days since Olivia strutted her sexy self into my office. Every single day, I've gone to the bar happy just knowing that she'll be there when I return. I long to see her smiling face. Smell whatever she's cooking, even breakfast at two am like we're back in college, hear the sound of her fingers typing away on her computer, anything to prove to me that this isn't a dre
