West had been to my house. He'd been in the living room and kitchen, but he hadn't been beyond that. But he settled in like there was no place he'd rather be. I kept thinking he'd get tired of my tiny space and hint at leaving or moving. But as the days turned into weeks, more of his stuff accumulated in my closet, and I found myself giving him more drawers. I loved having him around, but I wasn't gung-ho about cramming my crap into smaller spaces. And I flat out refused to give up my cabinet dedicated to all things OPI.
"Giselle, there must be two hundred bottles of nail polish in here. You can't possibly use them all." Collier got my obsession...to an extent. We'd apparently reached that point.
I wandered into the bathroom and stared at my collection he was moaning about. "I do."
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