"I want you to move into my room," he said bluntly.

Kate choked on her milk, spilling a bit as she covered her mouth. Bastien stood up immediately and gently rubbed her back, concerned.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry… That just caught me off guard."

"Why? We’ve had sex, we’re dating… What’s so weird about it?"

"It’s just… I’m not used to this. Everything’s happened so fast."

"Kate, it’s been two months since you arrived. Besides, everyone knows you’re mine."

"I’m not yours."

"Well, you’re my partner. My everything."

"Don’t you think it’s too soon, Bastien?"

"Not for me. I’ve waited for this for a long time. I want you to be the last thing I see before I sleep and the first when I wake up. I want to hold you at night, make love to you again and again. I want to feel your scent, your skin, your breath every night. Move into my room."

Kate stared at him, still a little shocked. Bastien spoke with such natural ease that it disarmed her. It wasn’t just words. It was conviction.

"Alright," she