"That's not what our relationship is about though. This is all just stuff, we're sharing stuff now, merging our lives together bit by bit" I explain, shifting my body closer to hers. I desperately want her to move back in with me, but she's not quite ready yet, when she does I know this whole proce
I pause in the middle of the sentence and listen to the announcement being made by a rather robotic voice, recognising our flight number. "Boarding time" Rhode confirms to me as he sits forward and start to gather up his things. He's been patiently listening to me read aloud for nearly an hour, an
I hate when I think like this, but it just comes automatically. Going from a place of basically poverty to very high privilege was never going to be easy, but doing it by falling in love makes it even harder. Growing up, I had to work two part time jobs while going to school to make sure we made end
The next few hours of the flight pass by rather quickly. I settle on a romcom I've seen a hundred times before and eat my salad, it's possibly the best one I've ever had. The screen between Rhode and I stays down the whole time, eventually Rhode puts the pile of documents to the side as his plate
"Black coffee" he says without even looking at her as he takes a hold of my hand and kisses the back of it once more. "Must be landing soon" "I think so" I tell him. "What are we doing when we land?" I ask him. "A cars picking us up to take us to the house" he says nonchalantly as I hand him back
"Definitely" he says. We're interrupted by one of the flight attendants asking us to put the divider back up between us. Rhode gives her a curt nod and squeezes my hand reassuringly before the divider separates us. The plane starts to take bigger and bigger dips, each one causing my heart to clench
All of Rhode 's staff seem to enjoy greeting me as 'Miss Kendrick', or that's just what they've been told to do. "Nice to meet you Mac, thank you for picking us up" I quickly say as he takes hold of both of our bags and begins to lead us out of the building. The sun beats down on our backs in a hea
We pull up to a large black gate as Mac rolls down his window and types in a six digit number onto the keypad. The doors begin to slowly slide open to reveal a sleek and modern white two story house with pristinely kept garden along the fence. It looks like one of those homes straight out of a magaz