Then again, I swore I’d never fall in love, so never say never.
fifty-three
BLAIR
“I hate moving,”Reed groans. The sharp snap of packing tape punctuates his complaint.
“I know, but this should be the last time we move for a long time.” I hope. Everything with Logan is going so well, but cohabitation can change things, and it’s not just me moving into his space. It’s a sometimes-broody thirteen-year-old too.
Reed smirks at me over his shoulder and waggles his thick eyebrows. “At least until Logan buys you a house in the suburbs after wifing you up.”
“Wifing me up?”
“Yep.”
“Pretty sure we’re a long way from even thinking about that, Reedy.” Though I can’t deny it’s been on my mind a lot ever since Logan asked us to move in.
“Right. Think Logan would be cool with me having a football party at his place at some point?” Reed throws the last of his clothes into another box and tapes it shut. We’ve been packing nonstop when we’re not at work or school since Logan asked us to move in.
“Maybe. Let’s not bombard him with party requests right away, okay?”
“I can’t believe he had rooms done for us.”
I can’t either. Or maybe I can? Every time I close my eyes, I see those rooms. The thought and care he put into creating those spaces for us… Nothing has touched me quite that deeply in a long time. If I had any doubts that he loves me, those rooms would have obliterated them.
“Do you have all the main stuff packed? Don’t forget, we can come back for smaller things at any time. We haven’t canceled the lease yet.”
“Are you worried about us living with him?”
I check in with myself. My heart rate is normal, my palms aren’t clammy, and my stomach is knot-free. “No. He just wants to make sure we know we have backup options.”
We lapse into silence as we move boxes into the living room, closer to the door. It’s almost eleven, so Logan and the guys should be here soon. The team took a red-eye home after their game last night, so I know they’re going to be tired. I want everything to be as easy as possible.
I can’t believe we’re about to move in with my boyfriend. My boyfriend who, up until meeting me, wouldn’t even spend a single night with a woman.
Life is wild.
“I think that’s the last of it for my room,” Reed says, stretching his back as he stands. “Need help with your stuff?”
“Yeah, could you tape up these last boxes for me? I’m going to double-check that we got everything in the bathroom.”
“Sure.”
I leave Reed to it, doing a last sweep of the bathroom, the living room, and the kitchen. I’ll come back tomorrow and bag up everything in the fridge, but otherwise, we’ve gotten everything else packed.
I glance down at my phone to check the time when there’s a knock at my door.
He’s a few minutes early. Hopefully, that means he’s just as excited as I am about all this. A big, stupid smile stretches across my face as I jog to the door and throw it open.
“Hey, babe, you’re ear—” I swallow the rest of my words and frown. It’s not Logan at all. A blonde woman stands at my door, her hands tucked into the pockets of her coat. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else. Can I help you?”
“Hi,” she chirps, smiling at me. “My name is Becky. I live on the fourth floor. We’ve never met, but I heard you were moving out and might have some furniture to give away?”
I keep a hand on the door, but my frown disappears. I put up a couple handwritten flyers in the lobby, letting our neighbors know what we’re looking to give away if they need anything. A few people have already taken us up on our offer. We’ve gotten rid of the dining room table and chairs, a cheap shelf that isn’t worth moving into Logan’s much nicer place, and a few other small things.
“Oh, yeah, we have some stuff left. What were you interested in?”
“If you still have a bookshelf available, it would make my day. I recently filled mine up, but it hasn’t stopped me from buying more.” She giggles and shrugs. “I may have a problem.”
