After reaching an agreement that I should simply stop renting my place and move in with him properly, we scheduled a weekend to make sure that the move would happen. Of course, it was Ace’s idea and his persistent insistence that made it all happen.
“Should I help you unpack?” he offered.
“Oh, no. That’s fine. I’ll get it sorted myself,” I quickly turned down his suggestion.
“If you’re lazy, you can take it slow. There’s no need to unpack everything today. The guest bedroom is free and so are some other rooms, so you can just put your stuff there for now,” he pointed out.
“Thanks, I’ll do that,” I replied.
