Page 84 of SIN Looks Good On Us!

"What do you have over there?"

"Clothes, shoes, my purses." I started naming things off in my head. "My vanity table. The desk in the office. A few boxes of—"

"Leave all that shit behind."

"Leave my furniture?"

"I'll replace it." He said it so simply, like it wasn't even a real question. "Just grab your clothes, your shoes, your purses, whatever you actually need day to day. Leave the rest."

"Jokah, that's furniture I bought. I'm not just gonna abandon it."

"You are, though." He sat all the way up now, resting his hand on my knee. "'Cause you ain't gotta worry about replacing nothing. Whatever you need, I got it covered."

I shook my head, still turning it over. "I need my stuff, Jokah. So, when I find an apartment—"

"Apartment?" He cut me off, with a raised brow. "Nah. You moving in here."

"Jokah, we've been doing this for like a week. I can’t move in with you."

"Don't matter." He said it plain, no hesitation at all. "I know what I want and after you put that demon head on me last night, I wish I would let you leave this penthouse."

I let that sit for a second. This was something complicated and I wasn't ready to unpack yet. Then I rolled my eyes and huffed.

"You are so dramatic," he chuckled.

"I ain't dramatic."

"You definitely are." He moved closer until there was barely any space between us. "I'm serious though."

"So am I."

"No, you're scared."

"I'm not scared."

"You are."

"I'm being realistic."

"And I'm telling you reality done changed."

"Are you always this bullheaded?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Only when I'm right."

"You think you right all the time."

"I usually am."

I shook my head again. "You can't just decide that I'm moving in."

"I just did."

"No."

"Yeah."

I laughed, pushing against his chest. "You don't hear the word no, too often, do you?"