Melia’s Point of View
Boxes.
Everywhere.
I stare at the mountain of cardboard in the middle of the living room and sigh.
“Remind me again why we thought moving ourselves was a good idea?”
I ask as Alex walks in behind me with two mugs of coffee in hand.
“Because it is fun thing to do together, moving into our house, and we are young, energetic, and too stubborn to pay movers.”
“Translation, we are cheap.”
I say teasingly, taking a mug from him.
He laughs.
“I prefer the word resourceful.”
“Uh-huh.”
I take a sip and glance around us.
“This is going to take forever.”
“Not if we divide and conquer.”
He says, setting his coffee down.
“You handle the kitchen. I will do the living room.”
I blink at him.
“Wait. You are trusting me with the kitchen?”
I ask and he grins.
“You
