Chapter 68
S itting on the island in my closet, surrounded by so many new clothes, shoes, and purses, I nearly cry. I’m overwhelmed. This is exactly what I’ve been dreaming of, manifesting, and working toward. To live in a house like this, to have nice things.
“I have to take this,” Adam says, looking at his phone and leaving the room.
I’m grateful to have a moment alone to process the enormity of his gestures. Why am I so hesitant to accept this future he’s laying at my feet? I know he loves me. I know he wants the best for me. The disappointment was all over his face.
I’m not saying I’ll never move in, just that I can’t do it right now.
It’s too soon. Exploring the closet and everything that’s been picked out for me, I push down the feeling that I should do it—move in with him.
I can’t be swayed yet. It would be insane to move in with him right now, I remind myself.
Looking at the key, it feels like a more appropriate gesture to where we are in our relationship. He trusts me with his home and his heart.