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Of being loved.
Eventually, I’ll repaint the yellow outside, bright and summery and fresh, but there’s too much to do first, and I have no idea if that’s even a job I could do on my own. I know Aiden will offer to help, as well as guys from the club, so at least there are options.
I’m going to need to start a damn list.
The cupboards in the kitchen need work, and I’m tempted to start by taking the doors off and go with the whole “exposed insides” look, at least with the ones above the counter, but I can’t tell if it’ll look crowded afterward.
Which is objectively hilarious, considering two plates, two bowls, and two mugs are about all Bee and I own right now. We could probably double everything in the house and it would still feel bare.
I take my phone out and make the note:kitchen shit
Considering I’ve never seen Bee cook, I’m going to take a guess that anything I buy will solely be for me, but I’ll check in with her anyway. There have to be things she wants.
I’ll ask her. If I can get her to stand still and talk to me for five minutes.
I’m tempted to tie her to something to force her toengage, but I’m aware of how much of a change it must be, moving home, buying a house, living with someone.
As long as she isn’t having regrets, I can deal with her wanting her own space. Of course, I’m also selfish enough to recognize that I want the space between us to be temporary.
6
BEE
Between Sebastian’smorning run with my brother and his late starts on weekends, our paths don’t cross often. But it’s impossible to avoid him completely, especially when we share a single bathroom.
Living with someone else is taking some getting used to. Back in Chance, I woke up without disturbing anyone. It was helpful during three a.m. book revelations when I could turn on lights and make as much noise as I wanted.
Now, I feel like I’m walking on eggshells.
Take last week, for instance. I’m not surprised that I tossed and turned after our conversation. I can still feel the strength of Sebastian’s grip as he picked me up. Between that and the gnawing anxiety surrounding my return, my dreams were fitful.
Sebastian wants honesty and friendship. But every door I let him step through will be one that can’t be closed again. Not for me. If I ever held any mystery for him, it’s about to be dispelled. He’ll soon see that I’m not nearly as interesting as he thinks I am.
As I’m about to take a sip of coffee, I remember that I got up to pee in the middle of the night and was so scared of waking Sebastian that I didn’t flush.
Shit.
Why did no one warn me about this before we moved in?
I’m two steps from the bathroom when the front door opens and Sebastian walks in. He’s sweaty and flushed and still so damn attractive.
“Morning,” he says with a smile, his voice threatening to send me into the emergency room if I don’tpull myself together right this instant.And then I realize he’s on his way to the shower.
Shit.
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble, cutting past him to quickly flush the toilet. Of course, when I turn back, he’s still there, watching me.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Really?” he asks with a smile.
I stall, scrunching my toes in my socks. “I… went to the bathroom last night and didn’t want to wake you,” This conversation might be the most embarrassing moment of my life. When I’d imagined living with someone, it was romantic, or sexy. Not filled with all the awkward realities of sharing a confined space. “So I’m doing it now. If I’d known what the late-night pee rule was, this wouldn’t be an issue.”
“The late-night… what?”
Yeah, the seventh circle of hell could swallow me now, please and thank you. “You know.” He’s going to make mesay it, isn’t he? “The rule. About flushing in the middle of the night.” I hate him. How dare he make me say this? “I never asked.”
