She couldn’t see his expression, but his brow furrowed and he rubbed her back gently. “I know. I’m sorry.”
He looked down at her, brushing her cheek gently. “I came to ask, when do you think this ‘one-month’ starts?”
He reached down and kissed her cheek gently. “Just so you know,” he called over his shoulder as he left. “I think you’re really cute.”
He began cooking, and Alyssa entered, panting a little. “Hi, Fer,” she said easily. He squinted at her as she approached. “...hi. How was the school?” She waved it off. “It was fine. Where’s Fleur?”
“No,” she replied. “You chose an apartment that’s on the top *squee!*ing floor and I tried to take the stairs.”