Kat:
A whole month had passed since Blaze asked me to stay.
Thirty days since he transformed his den into an explosion of pink and gave me a place that felt like mine. Since then, I hadn’t spent a single night at my old rental. But today—today was the official end of an era. The lease ended tomorrow, and we were finishing up the last of the moving.
Blaze leaned against the hood of his truck while I chomped into a powdered donut, my legs stretched across the dashboard of his truck as I scrolled through my phone. I was barefoot, covered in a thin layer of sweat and dust from hauling the last of my boxes to the truck bed, but I was in a weirdly good mood. This was the kind of tired that came with good changes. Happy ones.
“You gonna help or just eat pastries and text all day?” Blaze calle
