I pecked his forehead and left the house in a rush. Only after getting out of the apartment and onto the bus did I regain my composure. Did I just give my consent to let Christopher stay in the same house as me, and on the same bed, no less?
I rubbed my chin in confusion. He bought the apartment with my ID, and now he's staying there. The only difference was that I had moved in. Something is off. Why is that?
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