For the next two weeks, when he wasn't busy dealing with his business, they were together. He'd sit on the couch on his own laptop while she wrote, making sure she took breaks to eat or go outside to enjoy the sun.
They'd been able to avoid the asshole and his t**t in all that time even though they went into town a few mornings to have breakfast and then again for dinner. She was smiling more these days, too, and their make-out sessions had gone from mere kisses to some heavy as f**k petting that always left him hungry.
The house closing was coming up soon, and she still didn't know that he'd bought her favorite house. He'd taken her back there one day when she complained of being in a slump with her writing. It had perked her right up. There was only one hitch in his stride when he h
