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As I hang up, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. The idea of having her over at my place, cooking together, spending more time with her, it feels right. Too right. But I can’t ignore the fact that it also scares me.
What happens when we cross that line? When she spends more time in my world?
I shake the thoughts away. For now, I’m just going to enjoy having her with me.
I quickly get dressed, a simple t-shirt and jeans — nothing flashy, but enough to look like I’m trying. A part of me wants to wear something more, to make her feel like this is a big deal, but another part of me knows it’s just about us. The two of us.
As I grab my car keys, a thought crosses my mind. What would it be like to have Lucy around all the time? To wake up with her next to me every day? To cook breakfast together, to share simple moments like these without the need for secrecy or pretending.
It feels like a dream, something I didn’t think I could have. But now… now it feels possible.
I shake my head, smiling at the thought. I need to slow down. I don’t want to scare her off with how much I’m thinking about our future. But the thought lingers, impossible to ignore.
I leave my apartment and drive toward hers, the anticipation building with every turn. This will be her first time in my house. I’m excited, and I’m not even sure why. Maybe it’s because it’s the next step. Maybe it’s because I want to show her the kind of life I could give her.
I park outside her apartment building, my mind racing. I reach for my phone and shoot her a quick text:
“On my way. Get ready to be spoiled.”
I can’t stop myself from smiling as I press send.
Moments later, she opens the door, and the smile on her face makes my heart leap in my chest. She looks perfect, as always, even though she’s dressed casually. The way her eyes brighten when she sees me, the way she greets me with a shy smile — it’s everything I’ve been wanting.
"Ready to go?" I ask, walking toward her.
She nods, but I notice a little hesitation in her posture. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.
"Let’s go," I say, holding out my hand. She takes it, and the simple contact sends a rush of warmth through me.
As I lead her to the car, my mind starts racing again. The idea of having her in my space, cooking together, enjoying each other’s company — it feels natural. Like it’s supposed to be this way.
Chapter eighteen
Lucy
When Liam pulls up in front of his house, I can’t help but stare. The place is undeniably stunning. At first glance, it seems simple, almost modest, but there’s a delightful charm to it. There’s something timeless about the structure — the kind of house that doesn’t need to scream for attention but demands it just the same.
The smooth lines of the architecture, the large windows that seem to invite the light in — it’s all so... Liam. Nothing flashy, nothing outlandish. Just calm, refined, and quietly perfect in its own way.
I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a life like his. The kind of life where everything feels effortless, everything is polished, yet there’s still space for warmth in the design. The kind of life where there’s room to breathe.
I glance over at him, already out of the car holding the basket with Pip and Nibbs, and for a moment, my heart skips. The way he moves — casual but graceful, confident but never arrogant. It makes me feel like I’m walking into a dream I’m not ready for.
He dramatically opens the door for me, that playful grin of his lighting up his face.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he says with a mock bow.
I laugh, stepping inside. "Humble, huh?" I take in the space before me, the high ceilings and the sleek furniture. It’s all so... him. "This is breathtaking."
He smiles, stepping in behind me, shutting the door with a soft click. "I’m glad you think so."
I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of being overwhelmed by it all. This isn’t my world, and it feels so far removed from everything I’ve ever known. This is pale woods and linens. My world is ebony and polished bronze.
It doesn’t help that the more I look around, the more it feels like I’m seeing something I don’t belong to. His house is perfect — beautiful in a way that I know I’ll never be able to replicate.
"Make yourself at home," Liam says, his voice warm as he gently sets the ferret basket down. "I’ll put these guys in the living room so they don’t tear up the place."
I nod, trying to fight the knot in my chest. I know I should be enjoying this, but there’s a part of me that’s already bracing for impact, already feeling like this will come crashing down.
