Chapter 7It was damn surprising how quick everything fell into a rhythm. From the day they moved all her stuff into his place she had settled into what she had called a guestroom. Kyle didn’t agree. It was just a room. If pushed, he called it a den. It was more of a spare room with a foldout couch, and some boxes he had never unpacked, but she hadn’t complained.
“Freshman year there were six of us stuffed into bunks so close that if I reached out, I’d smack someone in the face. Trust me, it is so much better than that,” she had promised as she hauled her boxes in. “I can make it homey.”
Homey. That word alone had sent cold chills into him. She wasn’t supposed to be making this homey. She was supposed to be closing ranks on her life and keeping her head down so she didn’t make herself a t
