I want you to move in with me.” I blink, wondering if I’ve misheard him or if I’m somehow misunderstanding him. “What?” “Move in with me,” he says, pulling away just enough that he can see my eyes. “I want your face to be the last thing I see every night and the first thing I see every morning. I haven’t even been trying to find a new place and I just realized it’s because I want it to be your choice too.”
