*Juliet*

“So when do the trucks get here?” Eric asks through a yawn.

Eric and Marcus are sprawled on my couch, waiting for the furniture truck to pull up. Marcus is currently snoring peacefully on the opposite side of the couch but both men are taking up the whole thing whereas pacing the living room is the only thing keeping me from freaking out.

“You know, you guys didn’t have to show up this early,” I say with a ...