For the first few months Carli and Greg breezed along, their lives an exhilarating rush of being together. There were dinners, movies, trips to the country, and the nervous charge of introducing and being introduced to new friends and family. No time to plan—just a balmy present, comfortable and enticing.
It couldn’t last. One evening Carli arrived for a drink at the bar near his work to find Greg, head down in his laptop, searching houses to let. ‘I’ve been given notice. Gotta move out in five weeks.’
It would have been easy for her to say there was room at her place. But it had always been hers. She liked having him over. Playing host. ‘Where are you looking?’
‘Anywhere really. You have to go a long way out to get anything decent.’
The statement took her aback. She didn’t want him far away. She wanted seeing each other to be easy. She just didn’t want him on top of her. She wanted to wash her own clothes—not anyone else’s. She wanted to stay in pyjamas all morning sometimes, and be the only one who knew it.
It was only a fleeting hesitation but he noticed. ‘Maybe I could get by with just a bedsit around here.’ He typed a new search. Carli went to get drinks.
For the first few months Carli and Greg breezed along, their lives an exhilarating rush of being together. There were dinners, movies, trips to the country, and the nervous charge of introducing and being introduced to new friends and family. No time to plan—just a balmy present, comfortable and enticing.
It couldn’t last. One evening Carli arrived for a drink at the bar near his work to find Greg, head down in his laptop, searching houses to let. ‘I’ve been given notice. Gotta move out in five weeks.’
It would have been easy for her to say there was room at her place. But it had always been hers. She liked having him over. Playing host. ‘Where are you looking?’
‘Anywhere really. You have to go a long way out to get anything decent.’
The statement took her aback. She didn’t want him far away. She wanted seeing each other to be easy. She just didn’t want him on top of her. She wanted to wash her own clothes—not anyone else’s. She wanted to stay in pyjamas all morning sometimes, and be the only one who knew it.
It was only a fleeting hesitation but he noticed. ‘Maybe I could get by with just a bedsit around here.’ He typed a new search. Carli went to get drinks.
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