It was a lovely house, really lovely actually. It had been a gift from his parents for his nineteenth birthday. They had been so excited for him, getting set up in his career and taking ownership of Bella, it had taken a lot to talk his mother out of throwing a party.
"I, uh, expect you'll be staying with me most of the time, but you do have your own rOOm."
Misha winced, as his voice honest-to-fuck cracked on the last word. Bella was going to think that he was some kind of pre-teen virgin, although he doubted she had much exposure to men at the convent.
"So this is the main floor," he carried on, hurriedly. "Living room, dining room, kitchen, and I have the third bedroom turned into an office just down the hall."
The windows were wide and looked out onto the lake. Misha was pretty sure he could live in the house forever, just for the view.