“I’m not asking you to move in, Noah. It’s just…it’s the sort of thing people think about in situations like ours, isn’t it?” His lips slowly curve into a smile. “In situations like ours.” “Yeah,” I say gruffly. “You know…boyfriends or whatever.” He looks downright amused at my sour expression. “Does it pain you to say that?” “You know damn well it does. Number one, I’m thirty-fucking-seven, thank you. The word feels ridiculous. Number two…it’s you.”
