“Because I’m tired of you using my body wash.”

“It’s accidental.”

“Uh-huh.” He lowered his head. “I think you just like to smell like me.”

I continued to grin. “The second bedroom is probably a good idea, because I’m sure I’m going to get annoyed and kick you out of the bed at some point.”

“Sooner rather than later,” he agreed. “Just don’t kick me out entirely.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” The elevator came to a stop, and I stretched up to kiss him. Then I dipped under his arm and stepped into our new apartment. “You joining me?”

As Zayne pushed off the wall and followed, I turned back around. The apartment was virtually the same, except it was flipped. The kitchen was to the left and the living room to the right. The windows faced a different street, but the couch and furniture were set up just as before. Except...when I narrowed my eyes, I realized there was a short hallway where the door to the bedroom had been in the other apartment.

Zayne strode forward, turning so that he was walking backward. “Can I give you a tour?”

“Of course.”

He grinned, taking my hand. “I think you can figure out the kitchen and living room.”

“Yeah, I got that covered.”

Chuckling as he turned, he tugged me into the hall. “The interesting parts are over here. To the right is a half bath, and the double doors next to that is laundry.”

“Real exciting stuff,” I teased.

“Just wait.” He led me farther down, opening the door on the left. Reaching in, he flipped on the light. “This is bedroom number two. Through there is a bathroom.”

I looked around. “The room is...completely empty.”

“Observant.”

I shot him a look.

“I only have one bed,” he explained. “Had to order another, plus furniture.”

“Wait.” I tugged on his hand. “I should be ordering the furniture—paying for it.”

“This isn’t your room, though. It’s mine, for whenever you’re annoyed with me.”

“But—”

“This is your room,” he said, opening the other door.

Zayne didn’t turn on the lights, but there was a soft white glow coming from something. Not the bathroom, which I assumed was somewhere in the shadows, or a bedside lamp. It was too faint for that. Confused, I looked up—

“Oh my God,” I whispered, not believing what I was seeing.

Slipping my hand free, I walked into the bedroom, my head cranked back as far as it could go as I stared at the ceiling.

The ceiling that glowed a soft white from the glow-in-the-dark stars scattered all over it.

There were stars on the ceiling.

Stars.

“How?” I whispered, lifting my hands and then curling them against my chest. “When did you do this, Zayne?” I couldn’t figure out when he’d have had time.