Page 31 of Cursed Fox (Willow Creek Security #4)

Nancy

"You know when you said you only had clothes, I didn't think you meant it would all fit in two drawers." I looked down at the large dresser I’d been prepared to clear half the space out of, but it turned out not to be necessary. "Your stuff doesn't even take up the whole drawer space.”

It was a little sad to think that everything Lex owned could fit in one small backpack.

Lex barely looked at the clothes and shrugged. "I never needed more than that."

"And now?"

Lex was moving into my house—and not to sleep on the couch or to crash on a spare bed. He was permanently living with me, and I wanted to make sure he was still okay with it.

"I told you I want to be here," he was quick to reassure me. "Does my lack of a wardrobe bother you?"

"I wouldn't say it bothers me. I just want you to be comfortable here. I know you say you want to be here, but if you feel the need to change anything or add, all you have to do is tell me. I'm not attached to any of it."

That wasn't true. I was attached to plenty. But for Lex I would make a few sacrifices. If this was going to be the first home he ever lived in, I wanted him to be happy with it.

Of course Lex called me out on my bullshit. "That's not true at all. You love several pieces of furniture here. Especially the oversized lounge chair where you like to read at night."

He had me there. That lounge chair was the most comfortable thing I’d ever sat on. And now that I knew Lex could fit on it with me, it was even better.

"Okay, fine. I would be a little sad if that went, but this is your house now too."

He wrapped his arms around me and looked down into my eyes.

"I can't remember the last time I had a possession other than my clothes and my Jeep.

I promise, if I want to get rid of something or buy something, I'll let you know.

But please know I'm going to be fine. You need to stop worrying so much. "

Easier said than done.

"That's exactly why I want this to be perfect for you. I don't want this to just be another place you sleep but secretly take a bag with you every morning when you leave. Don't think I didn't notice you doing that for the first few weeks after I got out of the hospital."

At first it bothered me. Then his therapist explained that it was a habit Lex had to break and wanted to break. There were just other things he had to work on first. His nightmares for example. And, thankfully, he was doing better with them.

Like I suspected, the lack of sleep finally caught up to Lex one night and he passed out hard in bed. Slept the whole night without a single nightmare. That was the real start for us.

I was pulled out of my musings by Lex laughing at my absurdity, and really it was absurd. It wasn't like this was the first time he was leaving clothes here. It was just time we made this whole moving-in thing official. "This isn't just another place to rest my head. And you want to know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm falling asleep with you in my arms. I don't care where I sleep as long as I'm doing it with you."

I melted into him and rested my head on his chest. "And this is why I love you so much."

"I love you too."