Page 57 of Let's Be Forever

Me: You’re being pushy. It’s annoying

Sylas: Does this mean you’re thinking about it?

Me: No. We shouldn’t live together. That’d be weird

Sylas: Did you forget how Rosie was conceived? We’re way past weird, Anna

I can almost hear the snark in his voice, see him smirking, the way his eyes glisten with mischief.

Me: That doesn’t mean it’s something we should be talking about anymore. Or that you and I should be living together

Sylas: Think about it

Me: There’s nothing to think about

Sylas: What if I told you the kitchen has everything you could want and more?

A smile finds its way on my face. I press my lips together, attempting to kill it.

Me: Is that supposed to entice me?

He doesn’t reply, and I assume he’s gone to bed, so again, I move to set my phone down, but then I get a message from him. It’s not just a text but a video of his kitchen.

I caught a brief glimpse of it when I went over, but I didn’t want to gawk, and now I can and he knows that I will. It’s not a long video, but it’s enough.

I’m practically salivating over his appliances and the immense space. I’ve never been more jealous.

Me: I’ve seen better

Sylas: I’ll have anything you want changed

It shouldn’t shock me since we dated for a while. I know he’ll find a way because he has the money. Still, it stuns me.

Me: Nothing! I’m not going to move in with you. I don’t care about your massive bedroom or kitchen. Stop trying to bribe me

Sylas: Did it almost work?

I shouldn’t be, but here I am, smiling like a dork.

Me: No. I’m going to bed

Sylas: Think about it. The bedroom also has a double walk-in closet. I know how much you love those

Instead of replying, I set my phone down. I do love a walk-in. And the thought of having a bigger room sounds like a dream, but I refuse.

Nothing good can come out of us living together.

“Okay, I can’t do this anymore!” Clementine marches over to the back of the bakery once she’s flipped the sign over. “What the hell is going on with you and Sylas?”

“Yeah, you’ve been really tight-lipped, Anna Maria Lopez!” Jenny screams from the small speaker of Em’s phone.

She holds it up, letting me see my best friend on the small screen.

I turn off the water after I’m done washing the dishes then dry my hands, removing my apron.

They know about me going over to his condo and him coming over on Sundays, but that’s all I’ve shared with them and Maya.

“I’ve not been tight-lipped about anything. There is just nothing to share.” I shrug and make myself busy, putting away the dry dishes.