*Jim*
“What time do we have to meet the movers in the morning?” I ask Amelia, placing a kiss on her bare shoulders. She burrows into my chest, dragging the duvet until I can only see the top of her head.
“Seven. You don’t have to go, though. It’s too early.”
“I’ve seen you drive. I’m not letting you drive my truck, Darlin’,” I laugh.
She swats at my chest, but I catch her hand and bring it to my lips to kiss it. “I’m kidding, but I’m going with you.”
“I have an interview tomorrow afternoon,” she says softly. “I’ve never had a job interview before.”
My sweet, beautiful, but oh, so spoiled and privileged girl. “You’ll be great.”
She snuggles into my chest again and yawns. “I get to sleep in my own place tomorrow.”
She’s so excited, but it makes me a bit sad. I wish she co
