Charlie hears the groan and comes to stand beside the bed on Evie’s side. He rests his head on the mattress and slices those big brown eyes up at me. I’m pretty sure he’s telling me, You’re in my spot. I get it. I’d be possessive too if I got to share Evie’s bed on a daily basis. It’s way too small, though. My feet are hanging off the bottom. She needs a king-sized bed like mine. Or maybe just mine… What if I just packed up all her stuff and moved her into my house? Good morning, love. Did you sleep well? Yeah, I changed my mind on the whole no-serious-relationship thing, and we’re married
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