“Hey.” A few minutes later Griffin caught me standing there, mentally adding cute towels and a fluffy bath mat to the picture. “It’s not the Plaza…” “Stop. I want to live here with you. Shower sex is out. But that’s the only negative I can find.” “There’s still the outdoor shower, so we’re covered.” He set the boxes down and kissed me. “This place needs a new kitchen,” he said between kisses. “I can’t renovate until the cash flow improves. Sometime in the next millennium.” “I don’t care.” “You haven’t seen those ugly 1960s countertops.” Kiss. “But we can do some simple things.” Kiss. “We can
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