"I thought I was going home."

"We are home."

"And since when is your penthouse apartment my home?"

"Since the night we spent together at your house having hot, passionate sex," Nate said with a sly smirk as my cheeks heated to a tomato red.

"Nathan David Synclair! That is not how you ask a girl to move in with you!" I complained sternly while my insides were turning to mush. Oh My God! Did Nathan Synclair just ask me to move in with him?

Well…technically he didn’t ask. He just parked the car in the parking of his apartment building and declared that I was moving in.

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