“Move in with me,” he says, and I blink at him. “Huh?” “I need you to move in with me. I need to wake up next to you here, in this bed, in this house. I need to know that, when I come home, I’m coming home to you.” “Sounds a hell of a lot like a want and not a need, Giovanni.” “It’s a want, but it’s also a need. I need you here with me, Ellie. Why wait? I bought this house because you loved it. You were always meant to be living here with me.”
