Well,ourplace.
Xander set down the box he was carrying and closed the door behind me as I put my box down on top of his.
“This is the last of it, so…” I brushed off my hands, then pulled off my hoodie and dropped it on the floor.
Xander looked at it.
The whole apartment—other than my hoodie now on the floor and the boxes filled with my stuff, which were stacked against the hall wall leading to the bedroom—was spotless.
“You’re gonna hate living with me,” I announced.
“Huh?” He met my eyes.
“You’re way tidier than I am.”
“Oh.”
A grin spread across my face. “Scared yet?”
He just looked at me and slowly smiled.
Then he took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. I hadn’t been here since yesterday morning. I’d been packing at my parents’ house and stayed there last night. This morning, a moving crew brought my stuff over from there, and I’d just picked up the last of my things from my brother’s.
But in my absence, Xander had been busy.
I’d spent plenty of time here this week, and now knew his bedroom, the adjoining bathroomandthe walk-in closet all pretty intimately. But things had clearly changed.
There were now two identical dressers, side-by-side, where yesterday there was only one.
“For you,” Xander said, tapping one of the dressers with his knuckle as we walked past. He led me into the walk-in closet—where he’d completely cleared out one side. The closet was big, with built-in custom shelves and drawers for all his stuff. “Your own side of the closet…” He tapped a knuckle to one of the empty shelves; he’d already set one of my purses, which I’d left here yesterday, on the shelf below.
“Wow. How did you manage this?” I wasn’t sure how he’d fit all his stuff on one side. The closet was pretty damn full yesterday.
“I reorganized. And got rid of some things.”
I blinked at him. I’d seen Xander coming home to the poolhouse loaded down with shopping bags from clothing stores, on the regular. I’d never actually seen himleavingwith any.
“You did that for me?” I looked him over, like I was just making sure he was feeling okay. I was pretty touched, actually. “I know how much you love your clothes…”
“I love you more.” It was so simple, and he was dead serious when he said it.
I hopped up on my toes and kissed his cheek for that.
“Don’t start,” he said, when the kiss lingered and I pressed my boobs against him, his voice low and husky with arousal. “I’m not finished yet.” He led me into the bathroom. “You get most of the drawers and stuff in here, too. For all your chick stuff.”
I grinned. “Thank you.”
I gave him another kiss on the cheek and a butt squeeze, then tore myself away as he groaned in protest. I dashed out to the hallway to grab one of my suitcases and rolled it into the walk-in closet. I was excited to get settled in.
Besides, as soon as I finished unpacking the important stuff, I could get dressed up and we could go out for dinner to celebrate.
And then out to the club.
DJ Summer had invited us to a show tonight, at a bar, and my boyfriend had agreed to take me. He’d even bought me a sexy new dress to wear. Blue, my favorite color.
I was thrilled about all of this.
But while Xander leaned on the doorframe and watched me unpack, listening to me babble on about the latest updates I’d made to Gabe’s book… there was a dark shadow that fell over all of it.
