“Bathroom.” She opens the door on the right.
“This is nice,” Flynn says.
He’s right, it is. The bathroom looks recently done up, with modern tiles and chrome taps. It has a bath and a shower cubicle, and room to move.
The second door on the left is the bedroom, bigger than most I’ve seen, though not massive.
“That looks like a king-size bed,” Flynn notes. “And it’s still not cramped in here.”
“The built-in wardrobes help.” The agent opens them, showing us inside.
It’s weird looking at the current owner’s clothes, but it’s good to see that hanging and drawer space is hiding behind the sliding doors.
The door at the end of the hallway leads to the living room, which occupies the corner space and has windows on two sides. It’s a big room, with tons of light. The kitchen is tucked around the corner, in the rest of the space behind the bathroom. It’s compact but has everything I’d ever need. How much cupboard space does one person need, anyway? Maybe two people, in the future.
“I’ll leave you to have another wander around. I’ll be in the foyer,” the agent says. She gives us the key.
Once we’re alone, Flynn stands behind me, his hands tucked into the front pockets of my jeans. “What do you think?”
“It’s the best of the bunch.”
“But do you like it?”
“Yes. Do you?”
“Yup. Lots of places for us to hang out. Like on the sofa there.” He points to the existing sofa. “Watching anime. And in the bedroom.”
“Making out?”
“I was hoping we’d make love in there. Lots and lots.”
I turn around and wrap my arms around him. “Ilike the sound of that. You’re very persuasive, Flynn Carter.”
“It’s got to be your decision. You’ll be the one living here.”
“And you’ll be the one spending lots of time here. I hope?”
“As often as you’ll have me.”
“It’s close enough to the farm?”
“Yeah. I reckon a half-hour drive, tops, which is better than where you are now. What about your drive to work?”
“About the same.”
Flynn grins. “It seems pretty perfect to me. And, worst case, you only have to stay for six months.”
That’s how long the initial lease is. After that, it switches to a rolling monthly contract.
“Do you like itenough?” he asks.
“I think so. But we should take another look around.”
It doesn’t take us long to move from room to room. I size up each room, figuring out what furniture I’d need and where I could fit some free weights. I decide the sitting room is the best place for that. I already have pots, pans, and plates from my uni days, but I’ve never needed my own furniture.
“I’ll need a trip to IKEA. Would you help?”
“Would we get to sit on all the furniture?”
