Stuck with Him: A hilarious and uplifting romantic comedy by Danielle Owen-Jones

Author:Danielle Owen-Jones [Owen-Jones, Danielle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781803140858
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2022-07-11T16:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-TWO

Living with Zack had improved drastically since the introduction of our house rules, which were now pinned, pride of place, to the noticeboard in the kitchen. The piece of paper and my unruly handwriting looked messy, so I’d typed the rules up, added some fab graphics to the page, and then printed and laminated it. Now, it was perfect.

Despite allowing myself a rebellious brief peek in Zack’s room that one time, I was grateful of the rule we’d set not to go into each other’s rooms. It gave us our own space and privacy, and I wanted to remember the spare room (now Zack’s room) the way it was when my nana and I lived in the house together, when it doubled up as a library, filled with books. Certainly minus Zack’s sex swing, which I was desperately trying to erase from my memory.

The other new house rules were working too. Zack was clearing up after himself a lot more, our water bill had been cut in half, I hadn’t walked in on him naked again, and the grunting had quietened down. He’d even been leaving little care packages filled with all sorts of natural flu, cold and allergy remedies outside my bedroom door for me, which was sweet. The only thing – a small detail – was that I’d seen Zack a lot less. He’d been staying with his girlfriend, or lady friend, or whatever relationship title (or non-title) they were. It was fine, of course. It was just a bit lonely in the house sometimes, that was all.

Those lonely feelings didn’t shift when he was home either. When he wasn’t with his other half, he was texting her incessantly. Or running out of the room and shutting the door for privacy when she called – clearly they were into some sort of kinky pillow talk and didn’t appreciate eavesdropping. Whenever we tried to watch a couple of TV shows together, I couldn’t concentrate because he refused to put his phone on silent. So, all I could hear was the little typing sound effect constantly, and the bing-bing-bing every single time he got a message from her. But I was happy for him. Truly, I was! He was a good guy and deserved a good, yoga-loving, meditation-practising, matcha latte-drinking, vegan-eating girl, just like him.

Between the two of us, we were doing the house up, and room by room, brushstroke by brushstroke, it was looking better every day. We’d agreed to a compromise when it came to the rooms. He’d won the lounge because I really wanted ownership of the kitchen (I had some incredible design ideas in mind to really make the most of the stunning original features). And the lounge couldn’t go too wrong – at least I’d already given him the colour scheme, when we’d painted the walls during the early days of living together and he treated me to his Ziggy Stardust-style dance at the top of a ladder. Plus, we’d agreed it would be a shared home-working space for us both – his cosy home studio, and my office area.

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