"Thanks." Tucker sets the boxes down and says, "Unfortunately, there is one bathroom so we will have to share, so I hope that's not a problem."
"Not a problem at all. Just knock before you walk in." I wink, which brings a light smile to Tucker's lips.
"Kitchen is around the corner; make yourself at home in there, pretty much everywhere." He pulls on the back of his neck, his bicep flexing in the process and the strain in in his jaw concerns me. "Uh, I just ask one thing of you."
"If you're going to suggest walking around naked on Mondays and Wednesdays, I'm going to have to decline." I joke but my humor barely reaches his eyes.
Instead of returning the humor, he says, "The room across from yours . . . it's off limits. Please don't go in there, don't ask to go in there, don't even ask me about it, just leave it alone." He shifts in place, his eyes fixed on the floor beneath us. "Everything else in the house is yours to play around with, do whatever, set up yoga classes in the living room for all I care, please just don't talk about the room across from yours, okay?"
"Okay." I nod vigorously, wanting to convey to him he can trust me.
"Okay," he repeats, letting out a pent-up breath. "Uh, I'll go get some more boxes. You can start unpacking if you want so you don't have to go out in the cold."
He steps away, just as Logan calls out, "Right behind you." When Tucker is out of earshot, he leans in and whispers, "What the fuck was that about? What's in that room?"
I have a pretty damn good idea, but I'm not about to talk about it because the mere thought of what exists behind that door breaks my heart. And it's abundantly clear it still breaks Tucker's heart too.
"Nothing bad. I'm sure just something he doesn't want to talk about right now. Go get some more boxes and stay away from my underwear."
He scoffs. "You think so low of me, Emma. It burns my soul." He holds his chest in mock hurt.
Rolling my eyes, I push him toward the door as he laughs and walks out to the truck to help Tucker, leaving me in my new space. Not a bad place at all to spend my last semester in college. I'm already half in love with the little house. Tucker chose so well. As much as I know Tucker and Sadie weren't right for each other, seeing this very vivid manifestation of his commitment to Sadie, my heart breaks a little more. I didn't grow up in a house like this, and just in the few moments, I feel myself growing attached. I can't help wonder if it's because of the powerful gesture behind its purchase though.
But that's nothing I have to worry about now. I have a warm, lovely place to stay. The unease in my heart about living with Tucker starts to unravel as realization sets in. I have my own space for the next few months, a comfortable space with an old friend. An old friend I desperately want to reconnect with because even though I'm here to study, I want to know how he ticks and learn everything I missed out on this past year.
***
"How's it going in here?" Tucker stands at the doorway, his hand gripping the top of the molding, his shirt lifting just high enough that I get a peek of his boxer briefs.
"Good." I scan my bedroom and chuckle. There are boxes, books, clothes, and pictures scattered all over the space. "It looks like a giant mess right now but I know what I'm doing."
"I sure hope so, because your floor looks like a nightmare."
I wave a hand of dismissal at him. "Controlled chaos, that's all it is. But, I finally figured out where to put my furniture. What do you think?"
He takes in my setup and nods. "Looks legit to me, but what do I know? My furniture consists of a bed and a TV upstairs."
"I've noticed." Biting my bottom lip, I contemplate asking him about the other furniture, which is non-existent. Will he get offended? Only one way to find out. "I really like what you've done with the place. Keeping it very light on the furniture, great idea."
He chuckles, his chest rising with the sound slipping from his mouth. "Yeah, I haven't really gotten around to decorating. Sorry about that."
"No need to apologize. I'm so grateful for you offering your house to me. I would be happy sitting on cardboard boxes if I had to. I'm just glad there is a roof over my head right now."
His brow creases, irritation masking the smirk on his face. "If you were in trouble, you should have called me, Emma. You know I would have helped you out."
Ashamed, I look down at the clothes in my hand. "I never would have called you, Tucker."