"Now, I just want to reiterate that I hate Christmas and all of the religous hypocrisy connected to it, but you are my woman now so...I put up a tree." He said as he opened the door to his apartment to reveal the lit up Christmas tree in the corner. Remy smiled brightly and turned to look at him.
"It's beautiful...but you didn't have to. This is your place."
House bit his lip and reached out for her hand. She took his hand tightly with in her own and followed him to the sofa.
"Well, it's funny you should mention that...I want...I would like you..."
"Greg?" She asked wearily.
"Live here." He...
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