“Sophs, we have been doing this from the morning of Leila’s party. You’ve just been slow on the catch-up.” He kisses my cheek as he passes by and starts to gather up plates on a tray, looking a little too at ease with this.

“Don’t take up snoring. I may have to smother you in your sleep if I have no escape from sharing a bed with you.” I warn, slightly panicky that maybe he isn’t thinking through how serious this really is. It’s a huge decision, taking over half or ...