“This’ll be your room,” Guy said.
He deposited the largest and heaviest box labeled ‘clothes’ at the threshold into a white-carpeted room with an expansive queen bed and a dresser set beneath a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.
“It used to be the guest room,” Guy explained as he followed me in, clicking on a series of switches that activated the lights and the overhead fan. “You’ve got your own adjoining bathroom to the side and extra storage under the sides of the bed if the dressers aren’t enough for you. Shelves by the windows have a few books in ‘em, but those can be moved. And there’s a desk here around the corner for your computer, though you can’t tell because it folds off the wall.”
I spun around the room, taking in my surroundings while at the same time awing over the events that had taken place in such a short amount of time. In less than a week, I’d met a man over the internet, then in person at a bar, slept with him soon after, and was now moving in with him after his generous and near-incredulous offer to help me get a fresh start. I’d yet to determine whether there was a catch, especially with the revelation that we would be sleeping in separate rooms, but it didn’t matter. I was happy. That’s all I cared about.
“So,” Guy said, breaking me from my train of thought. “You like it?”
I turned to face him. “I love it,” I replied. “Thank you, Guy. So much.”
“You’re welcome, Jason. Why don’t you get settled in? I’ll unload the rest of your stuff and we can order in.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Guy’s only response was a smile before he disappeared out the door.
With that said and done, I spread my arms and fell back on the bed.
I hadn’t been on something so soft since that first night with Guy.