By the time we got back to the loft, the city had turned gold with late afternoon light.
The whole place was warm and quiet and smelled faintly like cedar and whatever absurdly expensive candle Landon’s housekeeper insisted on buying in bulk.
I kicked off my shoes near the door and immediately collapsed face-first onto the couch.
“This is where I live now,” I announced into the cushions.
Landon laughed somewhere behind me.
“I’ll let your parents know.”
I turned my head just enough to glare at him.
That night, after he fell asleep, I lay awake beside him staring at the ceiling.
His arm was heavy across my waist.
His breathing even and warm against the back of my shoulder.
The city hummed quietly outside the loft windows.
And somewhere in the dark, I admitted something to myself t
