I Won’t Stay in a Home for Three
Language: en
After seven years apart, I quit my job and moved back to share an apartment with Johnny. I entered the door code three times, each attempt rejected. When the door opened, it wasn’t Johnny but my best friend Gigi standing there, wearing his button-down shirt that barely covered her thighs. “Sera! You’re back?” Her smile was casual. “Had a fight with my roommates, so I’ve been crashing here.” Johnny emerged from the bathroom. “Stop blocking the door,” he snapped. “Gigi takes the master bedroom. You’re in the guest room tonight.” Irritation masked his face, but his familiar inner voice rang…