Moving in with him was the best thing I could’ve done. Just yesterday, I cleared out my entire apartment and turned in my keys. I called Kayla to see if she would come help me, considering that she had lived with me for a while too. She said that she was busy. She’d been acting kind of funny lately. I asked if something was wrong, but she insisted that she didn’t want to discuss it. Good, because like she had mentioned to me, I got tired of hearing about the negativity too. Maybe it was a good thing that she was keeping whatever it was that was bothering her to herself. I came to the conclusion that the reason she didn’t have time to help me with my apartment was because she was moving into hers. I hadn’t seen it yet, but she told me how fabulous it was. I hoped to see it soon. Keith had gone to the studio on Delmar to do some work. There were more supplies there to work with. We’d been spending so much time in this house, he needed to get out. I wasn’t trying to keep him cooped up in here, but it was nice to wake up with a sexy, fine man lying next to me.
