“I want you to stay with me.”

I frowned. “Of course.” I nodded willingly. “I’ll stay with you as long as you need.”

“No, I don’t mean to look after me,” he clarified. “And, I don’t mean temporarily.”

“Then—”

“I want you to live with me.”

I froze for a moment, as my mind started to understand what he was trying to say. “Wait, do you mean—”

“I want you to forget that other apartment you have in mind and forget your other roommate,” Jared continued. “I want you to move in here…with me.”

I felt my heart burst with joy, and I was so busy imagining it all happen that I forgot to answer Jared. Then I felt his hand on my leg.

“Rachel?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts. “What do you think? Is that something you can imagine doing with me?”

“Are you serious?”

“I know it’s early in our relationship to be doing this,” he said. “We haven’t really been together that long. And we only just got back together, but—”

“Of course, I want to live here with you!” I cried, interrupting him. “I would absolutely love to live here with you!”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.” I nodded. “I’ll have to make a few calls and change my plans around, but—”

“When can you move in?” he asked excitedly.

“I have Brent’s apartment till the end of the month,” I said. “So only a couple more weeks.”

“Forget end of the month,” Jared said impatiently. “Just move your stuff in here now… We don’t have to wait anymore. Not for anyone or anything.”

He was right. I didn’t have to wait to be with Jared. We were jumping into this headfirst, and it felt great. And just like that…my life felt complete.