“Are you asking me to move in with you?” I chuckled. “Okay, it’s a metaphorical key. Technically, it’s a key to your apartment. Because I know you love that place, and it’s bigger than mine, and I don’t want to uproot Toothless into a new home. But I am asking you if you want to move in together, officially, because I’m tired of going back and forth between our places.” “If I say yes, will you stop sneaking over your loads of stuff when you think I’m not looking?”
