It was large, the garage huge, with a front entrance that looked straight out of a magazine. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was once featured in one of those architecture or home magazines. We pulled into the garage, the door and gate closing behind us, before he got out and opened my door for me. He held out his hand, I grabbed it, and he helped me out of the super low car like a gentleman before closing my door and guiding me inside. Soft lighting along the baseboards illuminated the hallway as we walked into the living room, the wall-to-ceiling windows in front of us highlighting Los Angeles in a way that was even better than the lookout he took me to. I didn’t know why he didn’t just suggest this in the first place. “That’s a really great view. I can’t believe you get to come home to it every day,” I said. “It’s hard to be away from it when I’m traveling, but yeah, I love it. It’s even nicer to share it with somebody instead of keeping it to myself,”
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