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He nods to the boxes sitting in the living room. "I'll start loading."
I motion to the carafe on the counter. "Coffee first?"
"Coffee after."
"As long as I can have tea first."
"I'd never deprive you."
He's talking about tea, but my body doesn't catch the nuance.
My skin tingles. My stomach flutters. Heat spreads down my torso, collecting at the apex of my thighs.
I allow myself a moment to gawk as he picks up the first box and carries it to his car. Okay, then the second.
He shoots me anare you going to watch or helplook.
I make my way to my bedroom and finish my last bits of packing. It's just clothes now. I have a lot of them. Nothing compared to Emma, but when my entire bed is covered with a quarter of my wardrobe...
Maybe I have a problem.
I pack my last set of dresses. Then all the toiletries I left out for this morning. I do one last wipe down of the bathroom, so everything is pretty and pristine.
Now, it's just my...
Oh God.
Brendon is in my doorframe, his eyes on my bed. Not just on theLittle Mermaidcomforter, but on the collection of underwear on top of it.
It wouldn't be so bad if I owned anything remotely sexy. But that's all cotton and comfort bras.
Not what I want him imagining when he...
No.
It doesn't matter.
Brendon doesn't look at me that way.
I think.
He's not saying anything.
I'm not saying anything.
We're just standing in this room with my underwear on display, saying nothing.
His gaze moves to the walls. "I'm sorry I missed seeing it in its glory."
"Huh?"
He nods to the bare walls.
"Oh." He's never been in my room. With the way my heart is pounding and my body is buzzing, it makes perfect sense. He's here. My bed is there. It would be so easy to combine those two things. "I'm going to attempt to recreate the majesty at your place."
"Our place."
"Our place." It feels funny on my tongue, but I will get used to it. The house in Venice Beach isn't Brendon and Emma's place. It's our place. My place.
