June

I close the door behind me, and he’s already there, lounging as though he’s been waiting for hours.

"You know," I blurt before I can stop myself, "if anyone didn’t know better, they’d think you live here."

His head turns, eyes flicking to mine, and a low chuckle escapes him. "I actually do live here."

I roll my eyes and drop my bag, moving closer. "Seriously? What about your house? Or, you know, normal human activities? Groceries, laundry…

His gaze follows me lazily, but I ...