"Are you saying I can stay here tonight?"
"Yeah, but not tomorrow. Or the next night. Or the night after that."
I sit up. "Are you serious? I can't stay here?"
"No." He's smiling. "Because I'm moving tomorrow. Back to my apartment. Which you are more than welcome to stay at."
I fall back on his chest. "That was a mean joke."
"It wasn't that mean." He kisses me. "I love you."
"I love you too."