““I win,” he says, smiling and placing his bag on the floor. “I now get a delicious breakfast and get to take you somewhere of my choosing.” “Yeah, yeah,” I groan, watching him take in my new place. “I can’t believe those stupid sunglasses worked. You looked like a douchebag.” “But an effective one,” he says, chuckling. “Room on the right is yours,” I say, nodding to my spare bedroom. It’s right next to my bedroom, which is different from the set-up I had in the house. “This plac...e is nice,” he says, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge. I love how he makes himself at home, feeling comfortable enough so I don’t have to worry about him to make sure he has everything he needs. He makes being a host easy, because if he wants something, he’ll take it or he’ll tell me. “Thanks,” I say. “I do miss having a garden, but for now it works.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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