Room to Spare
He had everything under control—until one late-night conversation changed everything.
I like my life neat. Predictable. Controlled.
Running the family construction business keeps me busy enough, and living above the office means I never really clock out—but at least my space is mine.
Then Jules crashes into my world like a dropped paint can.
They’re all bright colors and big feelings, with a talent for art and a knack for leaving coffee cups everywhere they shouldn’t be. When they find themself suddenly in need of a place to stay, I offer up my spare room before I can think better of it.
Now, my once-quiet apartment is full of music, mess, and the kind of late-night conversations that stick with you long after they’re over.
It’s supposed to be temporary.
They were supposed to be a guest.
I’m not supposed to want them to stay.
But the more time we spend together, the more those sharp edges between us start to soften. And somewhere between paint splatters and unexpected laughter, I start to wonder if the life I built for myself was really complete… or just empty.
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