Eva
I tell Vincent, “I'll go pack a bag real fast.”
“Do that and then meet me back in the living room,” he says. I tell him okay. I go and throw together a quick bag with a few outfits, sneakers, and a swimsuit. I grab my toiletries too. I put my laptop in the bag as well, in case I decide to work on the article. Let's face it, I'll work on the article. I don't know how to not work.
I put my bag by the front door and return to the living room, “My bag is by the door,” I say.
He looks at me, “You live here, you don't need my permission to put your things anywhere.”
“But..”
“Well, I'm not used to this or living with someone either,” he says.
“Are we?”
“Doing the right thing? I think we are. I won't leave you, Eva,” he says.
I ask, “What if you want to?” Yes, I feel pulled to him. Bu
