BECKMARGO’S HEAD falls to my shoulder as we ride the elevator up to the penthouse. We lean against the back wall, the both of us tired from the past twenty-four hours. “I’m so happy to be home,” she speaks up, breaking the silence.I have to swallow the growing lump of emotion in my throat. “Me too,” I get out, not elaborating that I felt more at home in bed with her at that inn than I’ve felt here at my own place alone. Truth be told, I’m happy to get back to our own space, to the mundaneness we’ve created in the past month. Nothing has really felt like home until her, but I’m excited at the thought of this penthouse slowly becoming one because of her.Her stomach growls loudly, making her giggle as she covers it with her hand, a bashful look on her face. “Clearly I’m starving.” She laughs again, shrugging.The elevator chimes, the doors to the penthouse opening wide. The usual smell of the cleaning solution the cleaning service typically uses hits my nostrils. As I roll our suitcas
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