Lizzie spun in a slow circle in her empty living room.

She couldn't believe this house was hers.

It felt like something from a dream, like she had manifested it somehow.

You're all set for delivery tomorrow, said Bennett, walking in from the attached dining room.

Lizzie never thought she'd have a house so big, she'd need an interior designer, but here she was,

standing in her own four-bedroom, three-bathroom home.

"'It's a lot of house for one person,' said Bennett.

His brown hair charmingly disheveled.

Lizzie always thought he seemed too rugged to be an interior designer,

like he was someone who could build the house but not decorate it.

"'I guess I'll just have to get a dog. I'll call you to design the kennel, laughed Lizzie.

A tense pause hung in the air between them, and it was Bennett who finally broke it.

I know this is probably breaking a million professional codes of conduct, but if you're

ever interested in going out to dinner

sometime, Lizzie barely let him finish the sentence before she answered with a resounding,

yes! One week later, with every room tastefully filled with unique art and classic furniture,

Lizzie and Bennett were curled up on her

brand-new sectional, a white fuzzy blanket draped across them both.

Should we find another movie to watch? asked Bennett, picking up the remote.

Lizzie lifted her head from his chest, feeling blissfully happy at where her life was right now.

I had other things in mind, she said quietly, leaning in for a kiss.

They hadn't had sex yet, and tonight was the night. They both knew it. They both could sense

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