CHAPTER 92

At home, everything is better—it’s always better. Or so I thought. I could attend any event, shout my relationship with Maël to the world, but being in our home meant tranquility, serenity, peace, comfort, and companionship—the last being the best of all.

Thinking about that, the day after meeting with my parents and walking Torto around the neighborhood, I headed to the apartment to wait for Maël. On the way, I bought everything to prepare a surprise dinner for him. I got everything from food to lingerie because I wanted to see that sexy, stunned look on his face again—the one he had when he found me lying on the kitchen counter. But of course, since we’d agreed to meet at 6:00 PM on the 22nd, I had to turn dinner into a late lunch instead.

I cleaned, tidied up the living room, placed candles in different corners of our apartment to light them closer to his arrival, turned up the heating a little, and closed the blinds on the big window to give the place a more intimate feel. I s