C51 Chapter 50

“It's been weeks since you moved in with Freddy to the new house, so how is it going?” Natasha asks.

“It's not ‘the house’. It's my house. Regardless, everything is fine, we eat, work, chat a little, and have sex, sex, nearly every day. You were right, that shit is good... Nat, — he's a good guy.” I pull my sentence