Maia's POV
Ron is seated on my new couch, and I'm standing a few paces away from him, at the center of the living room. I made him remove his shoes before stepping onto my fluffy floor carpet and I can see the black ankle socks appearing on his feet.
There's this gentle constant smile on my face that I can't seem to get rid of. And I'm almost certain it arrived there as soon as he arrived here.
I'm not even feeling stressed over the issues that were stressing my head before he got here. How is that? How is it that just seeing him kinda just turns my tide around.
I look at him and see him lay back onto the backrest of the couch, spreading both his hands, and placing them on the rest on both his sides.
"This is so comfy, where did you get it?" he says, sending me a smile.
I feel like I
