He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "You're staying. That's final."
Chloe leaned back with a dramatic sigh. "Fine. Whatever. Not my problem if I starts nesting here like a lost puppy."
Silence settled. The night air hummed.
Chloe turned to him, fingers still lazily entwined with his.
"So…" She dragged the word out again, smug. "You would be happy if I moved in?"
Justin didn't answer. Just looked at her.
And then?
He got out of the car.
Chloe let out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh, so we're ignoring me now? Bet. Bet."
She hopped out too, chasing after him, already plotting her revenge.
The mansion was quiet as hell when they walked in—lights dim, hallways stretching out like something from a dream. Everyone was already asleep, which suited Justin just fine. No unnecessary conversations, no interruptions. Just him and Chloe, heading straight upstairs.
