Audrey’s P.O.V
Two weeks had passed, and Drew was officially moving in with me today. He’d been bringing stuff over little by little, but today was the big one — furniture day. I’d emptied the spare room I used as a late-night studio, cleared out my mess, and made room for his.
I was just wrapping up work when his text came through: “All set up at home.”
That better mean he at least attempted to clean. Because I’d had a shit day, and I couldn’t deal with chaos on top of that.
Jace had joked we’d throttle each other within a week when we told the guys about our “roommate arrangement.” And the scary part? I was starting to believe him. I liked things neat. Drew… did not.
By the time I got home, I braced myself. I opened the door… and promptly sighed.
Furniture. Boxes. Everywhere.
Half the living area was consumed by his stuff. Literal mountains of it.
“Ummm… Drew?” I called out, staring like I’d just walked into an IKEA explosion.