Becca.

If I had to describe how the current set of events were going with James, I would have to describe them as odd. Two days had passed with flying colors, and James and I did the things normal couples would do. Shopping, sex, and so on.

Yet, it was different from how it was before. It didn’t feel the same, and I wasn’t sure why.

Standing in my kitchen, I looked around at my new apartment. Furniture deliveries came late yesterday, and boxes ...