Noah stood at Leighton's kitchen window. Hands in his pockets. Staring at the brick wall across the alley. He'd been quiet since they got back from dinner.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"This place." He turned. Gestured around her apartment. "It's too small. Too far from me."
"It's not that far. Two hours."
"Two hours too far." He crossed to where she sat on the couch. "I hate leaving you here. Hate driving away knowing you're alone in this shoebox."
"It's not a shoebox."
"It's six hundred square feet. That's literally a box." He sat beside her. Took her hand. "I want you with me. Every night. Not just weekends or when it's convenient."
Her heart started pounding. "Noah."
"Move in with me." The words rushed out. "I'm asking. Officially. Move into my house. Make it ours."
She stared a
