"What do you want to do tomorrow?" I ask, basking in post-orgasmic bliss. We are cuddled up in bed, the blankets wrapped around us, my head on his chest. Nate's fingers are thrumming up and down my back.
He fucked my brains out in the shower, and then dirtied me up again when we got to the bed.
I'm not complaining.
"How do you feel about going down to Pike's Market? I'd like to get some fresh produce and cook for you tomorrow night."
"Sure, sounds fun. I love downtown."
"You're moving in with me." He whispers and I grin.
"I am."
"Tomorrow." he says simply.
I giggle and kiss his cheek. "I think I have some phone calls to make, some packing to do, and you and I need to talk about logistics."
"I'm ready for your things to be mingled in with my things.
Your clothes in our closet, and you, in our home, every day."
"God, you say the most sweet, mushy things to me, babe."
"I'm serious."
"So am I. This is new to me." I run my fingers through his impossibly soft, long black hair and sigh. "It feels like we're moving really fast."
"No, Jules, we're playing catch-up. I've wanted this with you for the better part of the last year. I screwed up last summer with you. I won't let you go again."
"I'm not asking you to let me go. I don't want you to let me go." I kiss his chin again. "I love you so much. It feels fast, but it feels right. I want those things too."
I sigh and bury my face in his neck and breathe him in. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me close, and I know, without a doubt, this is where I want to be; in his arms, for the rest of my life.
"Go to sleep," he whispers and kisses my hair.
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