I’m still in Eden’s arms, and he’s carrying me toward the entrance door like we’re newlyweds all over again.

It feels so weird.

My stomach is doing these nervous flips because things just aren't adding up.

This man didn't scream at me when he saw the broken locks, he didn't even get mad that he had to jump through a window.

Instead, he’s carrying me and acting like he’s the most devoted husband on earth.

When we reach the door, he stops right in front of it.

Then he pouts with his mouth, expecting me to use my thumb and open the door.

I almost burst out laughing but I...