I drove us towards the apartment I'd come to think of as mine, my hand resting on his knee as I gave into the pretense of letting him plan his method of attack.

We hadn't really talked about moving in together again after the disaster with the bees, either due to my own hesitation or simply that we'd gotten wrapped up in other things. Most of my belongings were tucked away in his closet and drawers. I paid the bills on my apartment but only as a formality.

"We should pack up the rest of my stuff this weekend," I blurted, and while it might have seemed a bit out of the blue considering the current topic of our conversation, I knew he'd understand why it was on my mind. "If that's something you still want."