Chapter Thirteen
“This is the last box.”
“Thank you again for all of your help. You really didn’t have to do this,” I say, meaning every word.
Jon looks bashful. “Not a problem. I actually had a free day today.”
“And you spent it helping me move,” I reply emphatically.
He shrugs slightly. “I wanted to see your place. See if it is better than mine.”
I laugh, pulling a beer out for him from the kitchen and handing it to him. “It’s smaller. But it’s all mine.”
“It’s a good feeling, isn’t it?”
“Completely.”
Jon calling me early this morning and asking if I wanted help moving had knocked me off my feet. We still hadn’t discussed the kiss or what it meant for our respective relationships. Even now, as the sun set and the movers had dropped off my new furniture, Jon and I have not really
