Chapter 12
I feared things would change after that, but they don’t. Pippin still joins me every morning for my after-work hot chocolate, but now they come with cuddles and sleepy-tasting kisses. He sleeps in my room even when I’m not there, so when I crawl into bed after work, my sheets are still warm and smell like him, and I sleep like a baby.
We grow closer every day, and when I allow myself to think about him moving away, my stomach fills with lead and I want to try and convince him to take me up on my offer.
But his pride would never accept it. Maybe if I had eased him into it instead of blurting it out like an i***t when he’d already had a crappy day, it would have gone better. Or maybe not.
My current strategy is to enjoy him for as long as he’s here and accept whatever happens
