“They move in four weeks.” “Yup.” “That means I can move back home soon.” “You’re already home.” “What?” “This is your home.” The words lick at the skin on my neck, hot and sweet. “I’m keeping you.” “Are you asking me to move in with you?” “I’m telling you you’re not going anywhere.” “Hmm. Feels very bossy of you.” “Guess you’re rubbing off on me, sunshine.”
