Moving in.

I've lost track of the time. The battery on my phone ran out a few minutes ago and I  can't be bothered to find the charger. Its late. I can hear sirens as the police cars hurtle past on the streets... It makes me scared. I wish I could get to sleep...

"Well, um, at leas move in with me?" You said hurredly, seeing my stunned expression.

"Of course I will Drew!" I said and we kissed, my naked skin pressing against yours.


The next morning I woke up with your arms curled about my nude form. For a moment, I rolled over and just snuggled into you, so happy that you were mine. But then I sat up, feeling business-like and motivated. If I was going to moving in with you, then there was a lot of work to be done. Maybe we could buy a whole new flat entirely.. If we sold both of our flats and merged the funds, we could definitely afford a bigger place..

I got up, untangling myself from your grip, and wandered about the flat, picking up various items of my clothing as I went. I grabbed my pants and bra, and then went in search of my shorts and top. I found my shorts first, and when I turned around to look for my top, I saw you standing in the doorway, smiling at me. I found my top and held it up triumphantly. But when I started to put it on, you interrupted, stopping me.

"Hey! Don't!" You called.

"Don't what?" I said, confused. I lowered the t-shirt.

"Don't put that on. I prefer you topless.." You winked at me. I pulled a face, but dropped the shirt back onto the floor, walking over to you. You pulled me into your arms, and we shared a long, intimate kiss that left me wanting more.

"Did you really mean all those things you said last night?" I asked shyly, looking away. Gently, you took my chin in your hand, turning my face back towards yours, forcing me to look you in the eyes.

"Of course I did. I love you. I want to be with you." You murmured. Looking deep into your eyes, I nodded slowly.

"I love you too.. I want to be with you too... But.. I don't know if I'm ready for marriage...We're both so young, and I haven't even known you for a month yet.. How about we find a new place together?" You frowned, but nodded.

"Yeah, maybe asking you to marry me was being a bit eager.." You laughed nervously, not meeting my eyes. It was my turn to make you look at me. I cupped your cheek in my hand, and whispered:

"Maybe we will get married one day. I love you, truly I do. But.. You have to understand I'm not ready for all that. I only just got out of Uni!" We stared into each other's eyes for an eternity, and then I kissed you, closing my eyes and breaking the stare.

The next month or so was hectic. Every free minute was spent either looking for buyers for both of our flats or looking for a new flat for us to buy. Then, once we had sold the flats, and found a new place to live - In the end, we opted for a small house instead of a flat, with two bedrooms, a study for you and an ensuite bathroom upstairs, and another bathroom, kitchen-dining room and a nice living space - I spent hours packing my every belonging into boxes and bags.

But when we moved in, it was all worth it. Finally, I was with you, and nothing could seperate us.

Or so I thought...

The End

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