Photorealistic open concept living room and kitchen with a navy blue sectional, large TV, granite island, and stainless steel appliances.

Inside, it’s just as beautiful. Spacious, clean, and surprisingly well- decorated for a place inhabited by men under thirty. There’s a navy-blue sectional couch in the living room, a massive TV mounted on the wall, and throw pillows that don't look like they were stolen from someone's grandma. “Seriously,” I say as she shuts the door behind us. “Are we sure men live here?” Nova snorts. “Don’t give them too much credit. There are two cleaning people that come in twice a week.” Ah. We move into the kitchen, and holy shit, it’s glorious. Stainless steel appliances. A granite island. Barstools. And yes, nestled discreetly under the counter is a gleaming, built-in wine fridge, filled gloriously from top to bottom. Not that I’m a complete wine-O, but every so often I enjoy a glass of red and love the idea of having a cute fridge handy. So fancy. “This is obscene,” I whisper reverently. “I feel like I need to curtsy to get the door open.” Nova grins. “I told you. And guess what? You’re going to have the whole place to yourself for the next twenty-four hours.” I blink. “Say again?” “Skaggs has an away game, and Cash is traveling for work,” she explains, hopping up on the counter like she owns the place. “He took the dog too, which means you get to settle in with zero interruptions or accidentally unpacking your vibrator box in front of strangers.” I’m a baby bit disappointed. I had psyched myself up to meet two new people today, but my shoulders relax at the idea of peace and quiet. See more