When I gave him the key earlier today, he didn’t say much. I shouldn’t have ignored his silence. I should’ve known it was weird to give that to him. Why would he want to spend more time with me when he has his friends, his own house, and— The front door opening freezes my thoughts. I turn at the sound of heavy footsteps and the familiar deep voice that has been consuming my thoughts. “Honey, I’m home!” Daniel greets and I’m met with the same playful smile when he enters the kitchen. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
