Ezra’s P.O.V
It was moving in day for Kyla. I am not going to lie; I was a nervous wreck. Why? Because I was terrified that once she moved in, she would realise she doesn’t want or love me as much as she thought. What if I am terrible to stay with? What if she got bored? Yes, I usually know how to keep things fun and excited, but I have never had to do it is this, staying with someone. I was excited for her moving in, of course, I was. It would be fantastic having her live with me; I was more paranoid I would mess it up.
I had got her a new wardrobe and drawers for our room. I have tried my best to make it less bachelor like, even though Kyla told me not to bother but I did it anyway. I wasn’t a bachelor now. I wanted to change the place, in the way I have changed, I guess. We had mana
