Well now. The end again. Imagine that.

Oliver moved in for real, and I had to admit I liked having him in my space. He looked great on Egyptian cotton and even better in my shower...

Ahem.

I had to admit, though, I kind of lived in constant worry he'd make the massive mistake of asking me to marry him at some point. Not that it would be a disaster, but... yeah. Disaster. Two husbands were enough, thanks. I was ...