- RAYA -
It's been more than two weeks since the funeral for Dex's father that turned into a nightmare. More than two weeks since we found Rory at that cabin. More than two weeks since Luciano shot and killed Lawson when he saw him on top of my sister.
If I thought meeting Dex changed my life so much before, it's entirely unrecognizable now. On one hand, it's bliss with him—perfection. It couldn't be better.
I'm officially living with him now, and it's so natural. It's like I've always been here. We've moved my things out of the guest house—even my plants—and now Dex's closet is a combination of both of our clothes. He even moved a dresser from one of the spare rooms so that I wouldn't have to leave his room for the rest of my clothes.
It's like a dream come true—literally.
