“She’d come, open up, chide him for not letting himself in with his key. Then she’d remind him he was the one who wanted her to lock her door in the first place. He just liked to see her face as she opened up for him. Liked being invited into her space. Not that he didn’t mark it all with his presence once he was there. But he liked that little ritual. It felt like being met at the door. And he loved when she did that too. But he didn’t hear her after a minute and another knock. She was ...usually home by seven and they often shared a late dinner once he got off his shift. “Hey!” she called out as she came up the stairs at his back. “I meant to be here by now but I was a dumbass and forgot what the grocery store was like this close to Halloween and Samhain. It was a full blown crazypants mess in there.” He took the bags as she passed. “You should have texted me. I could have met you and helped carry these up.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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