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Atlanta
May 14, 2016
My fingers slid along the spines of my books artfully arranged on Cole’s bookshelf. Three years ago, I’d been too afraid to move in with Ash when he’d asked. I refused to make the same mistake again with Cole now that we had our chance. So, when he’d asked, I’d responded with a resounding yes. And then promptly commandeered his bookshelf for my own. He’d rolled his eyes as I’d emptied my boxes of books onto the beautiful mahogany hardwood shelves.
I heard a camera flash behind me and whipped around to find Cole pointing his DSLR at me.
“What are you taking pictures of?”
“I want to remember this day forever.”
“Oh?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.
He grinned. “The day we moved into our first house together.”
I reached onto my tiptoes and kissed him. “Can I see?”
