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CHAPTER 165:A PLACE TO CALL OURS

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NATHAN'S POV

The morning sun poured through the blinds of my apartment, painting golden stripes across the hardwood floor. I sat on the edge of my bed, tying the laces of my sneakers, my mind not quite here but drifting to Isla. Lately, she’d been on my mind more than ever—her laugh, the way she tucked her hair behind her ears when she was frustrated, even the quiet way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t watching.

It wasn’t just infatuation anymore. This was something bigger. And now that we had decided to move in together, it felt like the start of something real—something solid.

I grabbed the folder of apartment listings I’d been collecting over the last few weeks and headed out. Today, Isla and I were supposed to see three different places. One near Central Park, one in Brooklyn, and one close to Titan Holdings. I was leaning toward the one near the park. Not just because it had a view of the trees, but because it reminded me of something stable, something permanent.

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