I clear a ball in my throat. “Now you’re probably thinking about my limo birth.” He takes the earpiece out of his ear. “No, I’m thinking you might regret that I moved in with you.” My eyes widen. “No,” I say quickly. “No, not at all. That’s not what I feel.” I set my binder aside. “I’m glad that we’re living together.” Panic creeps into my bones. “Do you have regrets about it?” “No.” He never pauses,
