Ryan's POV
Vivian was officially moving in with him.
Ryan was so happy that he almost had no idea what to do with himself. Making his way up to her apartment, he could not help but whistle a happy tune. Perhaps with a bit of convincing from him, Vivian would be willing to give her apartment a 'proper' goodbye. There were a few places that he would like to do it in one last time. His heart rate picking up in anticipation Ryan sped up, suddenly desperate to get to Vivian as soon as possible.
Maybe he could convince her to do one last round in the bathroom, or maybe the kitchen floor. Maybe they could test how sturdy the kitchen table was. Perhaps she would not mind a bit of rug burn, smiling to himself. Ryan made it to Vivian's front door, then he stopped, his smile fading.
How strange.
