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“What about the bag?” I don’t want to freak the lady out by asking about the knife, but I’m sure he gets it.
“If that really does bother you as much as you say it does, I won’t do it again.”
Zuko picks up the bags, and we leave the shop.
“That’s not fair to you; it’s clearly your kink.”
“Why wouldn’t it be fair to me?”
We get to the car, and he puts all the bags in the back before he comes and opens my door.
“We aren’t a thing. You get that, right?” I stand in the space between the door and the seat, and he steps closer until he is almost touching me. But he’s careful not to.
“We aren’t?” He raises a brow in question.
“No, we arenot. To be a thing, two people have to agree.”
“I agree for both of us,” he informs me, not even joking.
“Ha!” I give him an unimpressed look and get in the car. He shuts my door, rounds the hood, and climbs in. “Where are we going?” I ask.
“Home,” he informs me as he starts the car.
“Just in case you’ve forgotten, you don’t have a home anymore.” I can’t help but say it with a smile.
“Oh, I know. I have a new one.”
“Already?” I reply, surprised.
“Yes, and we should be arriving soon.” I’m amazed he is even going to take me there, especially after what I did. But when we pull down a familiar street, I turn to face him.
“This isn’t the way.” I stare out the window as my apartment comes into view. “Oh God, did you buy one on my block?”
“Nope.” He brings the car to a stop and then turns to me.
“Why are we here?” I’m afraid of the answer.
“Because I’m moving in. Now, do you need help getting out of the car?” he asks casually, and I can’t seem to pick my jaw up to close my mouth.
TWENTY-NINE
Zuko
I waitfor her at the car door.
She doesn’t want to move, but she doesn’t have a choice.
She either sits in the car or goes into the house.
“You aren’t moving in with me.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“You should have thought about that before you set my house on fire.” I go to the back of the car and retrieve the bags, and then I return to her. “Now, come in and show me where to put my shit.”
She groans as she stands and slams the car door shut behind her. “I did not agree to this. I want that noted.”
“Noted,” I tell her as I walk up to her front door. She unlocks it and goes straight in. I stand there as she picks up a few things and then stops to stare at the floor.Fuck, I forgot to clean up her blood.“Your room?” I ask, trying to distract her from the stain on the floor.
“Nope. You can sleep on the couch.” She points to it, holding a bag in her other hand. She goes to a small cupboard and pulls out a blanket and throws it on the couch before she faces me again. “No sneaking into my bed,” she warns.
