Zander
“And that’s the last one.” Travis groaned as he tightened the screw on Elle’s bedframe before wiping the sweat from his brow. My arms ached from holding the pieces together while he did that. s**t. I never want to move this bed again. She is stuck with this as her new master bedroom because this giant, heavy thing isn’t going anywhere, “That’s it, right? We’re done moving the heavy stuff? Right? Please tell me there's nothing else to move!”
“Yeah.” I sighed as I sat on the floor at the end of her bedframe, “The last thing we need to do is move the mattress and get her bed made and decorate it for her. I’m thinking of getting a small mini fridge in here and putting it on a bedside table so she has easy access to drinks and snacks when she’s in here.”
“Don’t be dumb.” He rolled his
