Honor
Could life be any better right now? It’s been two months since I moved back into Greg’s house. Well, I guess our house now. He came home a week ago and told me he put me on the mortgage. I signed some papers. He said that if anything happened to him, the house would be mine and no one could take it away.
We’ve made love every night. Despite being busy at work on this tech-mogul divorce case, which he said was taking forever, he’s been home on time every night. After dinner, we watch movies or take a bath together, where we always end up having to rewash because we dirty each other up.
I haven’t sent him many texts. Maybe an occasional one here and there. And I haven’t put notes in his lunches. I was still kind of afraid. I also started asking if he wanted me to make his lunch for
