RemyI blinked, as I tried to process his words while simultaneously trying not to choke on a piece of honey-glazed chicken. “You…want to move into my building?” I asked, once I’d finally swallowed. I set the container on the floor before turning my attention to him fully.“Cory, if I’m not mistaken, you own a penthouse in the city, and a perfectly stunning family mansion. Why on earth would you want to move into my, admittedly nice, but much smaller apartment complex?”He shrugged, though I could see a slight flush creeping up his neck. “It’s quieter, closer to work. And honestly?” He paused, eyes dropping to his food, instead of me. “I’m tired of the commute.Then his voice softened.“Plus… I know you’re going through a lot, Rem. I just wanted to be nearby. Not to hover, just to be available.My heart fluttered at the sound of my name. Rem. It had been a long time since he called me that, years even. It was a little pet name August despised. I hated how mu
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