“Stop looking at her arse like that. We clear?” he hisses into my ear, making me smile.
I imagine that this is how all of our evenings will go.
Our. Plural. Exactly.
And I don’t even need a paper bag to breathe into.
I’ve only lived with them for a few weeks, but it’s like I’ve been in this house my whole life. How the hell is it possible to feel so at home with two people – two people you’d do anything for – after knowing them for such a short time?
Maybe that’s just what happens when you find your place, your home.She’smy home, and I know that she’ll never shut me out. With Christine, I’m not scared of ending up without a roof over my head. I’m not scared of being left alone with myself, the disaster that I am. Because, let’s not lie: Iama disaster.
I have a shitty personality, I get pissed off too easily, I can be arrogant and a little selfish, I have an overwhelming, suffocating family, and…let’s just say I’m hardly the perfect guy. I’m the total opposite of perfect: but I’m me, and I’m not going to hide it.
I’m just trying to be the best man I can be, and she…
She understands.
With her, I’m myself. Not the guy I was before: that person doesn’t exist anymore. I let him go, along with all that anger and hate. And that was the right thing to do, because now, I’m really starting to like myself.
I’m themanof the house.
And I’m the man that she loves.
Christine takes my hand, Evan squeezes my other, and I find myself plunging into a horror film marathon, scared to death, certain that I’ll have nightmares for a week. I’ll never go back into my parents’ garage with its chainsaw sitting on the shelves. But I’m also certain thatmyfamily will take care of me.
