Page 105 of The Friend Situation

“Mr. Calloway,” a woman greets us with a kind smile and then glances at me with the same demeanor. Classical music floats through the space. “I need a few signatures, fingerprints, and an eye scan.”

“Need my blood type too?” I ask with a laugh.

She chuckles.

Weston shakes his head. “No, I’ve already got that.”

My eyes widen.

“I’m kidding.” He shoots me a wink.

I fill out everything, and then we’re sent on our way.

We walk toward the elevator.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I did. Unfortunately, I cannot allow you to return back to your apartment for now. You’re too precious to me,” he admits as we enter the elevator.

His words stun me.

“Your thumbprint. We should confirm it works.”

“Oh, right,” I say, pressing it against the pad and watching it light up green. The doors close, and I don’t know what to say. No one has ever cared for methismuch. “Thank you.”

“For?”

We shoot to the top floor.

“Keeping me safe,” I offer.

“I always will.”

We enter the penthouse. Weston immediately flicks on the recessed lighting, and the space glows bright.

“Home sweet home,” he says.

I look around the room, replaying the last time I was here with him and how fast things are changing between us.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he finally asks, reading me like a book.

“No. I just have a lot on my mind and need to process,” I whisper as exhaustion takes over.

“I understand.” He moves toward me. “Let me show you your room choices.”

I nod, following him up the stairs. He takes them at my pace, staying beside me. His room is down the hallway to my right, and to my left are several doors.

I grin as we enter an oversize bathroom with gold hardware that shines. I gasp when I see the shower, then stare at the tub. It’s deeper than the tiny one in my apartment that barely covers my body when I try to soak.

“No way,” I say, mentally adding taking a bubble bath to my list of things to do.

“Try the one in my bathroom first, but turn on the jets.”

“Yes, please,” I tell him.

He leads me through another door that connects to a large room with floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything in here is white and has a dreamy aesthetic as the snow falls outside.

“You have a perfect view of the sunset. I’ve watched it countless evenings from right here,” he admits.

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