Page 100 of Broken Souls

“What?” Her eyes just about pop out of her head, and her mouth forms that cute little O I love so much. “With you?”

“Yes.” I swallow before diving into the explanation I’ve rehearsed five too many times. “We were practically living together anyway. You can still keep your place if you want. You know, if it makes you feel safe.” I swallow again, preparing myself for a refusal.

“Okay.” She shrugs and sips her coffee.

She stunned me by agreeing so quickly and without a fight. “What?”

“I wanted to live with you.” And then she says with a smirk, “You didn’t have to bribe me with coffee, even though it’s much appreciated. I told you, you’re my safe space. Pretty much my home at this point, so…” She shrugs. “Who cares where we live as long as we’re together?”

I blink a few times. “All right then.”

“All right.” She turns away, hiding a happy smile.

I love this woman.