Sasha stood in the middle of her apartment, staring at the piles of boxes that surrounded her. She had spent the whole day packing up her belongings, preparing to move in with Adam. She was excited, of course, but also nervous. This was a big step in their relationship, and she wanted everything to go smoothly. She didn't fathom why Adam wanted her to live with him. Since she was determined to be with him she opted to accept it. She thought that moving in with him was a good idea since she would have time to spend with him. She was looking forward to moving in with him and explore things. She wanted to know how it would be living with her boyfriend.
As she began to sort through her things, her mind wandered to a conversation she had with Adam. They had been lying in bed, talking about how Sasha ended up in his bed, when Adam had brought up the subject of intimacy. Sasha thought that they wouldn't ever get intimate cause it was a contract since they weren't in any real relationship. But she was wrong, Adam was pretty determined to be intimate with her. That's why he wanted her to move in with him.
"I just want you to know," he had said, "that I'm not expecting anything from you. I want us to be intimate when you're ready, and not a moment before."
Sasha had smiled and thanked him, but inside she was freaking out. She had never been intimate with anyone before, and the thought of it made her anxious. She had no idea what to do, or what was expected of her.
Now, as she packed up her things, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She wondered what Adam would think of her if he knew how inexperienced she was. Would he be disappointed? Would he lose interest in her?
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that Adam liked her , and that he would never judge her for something like this. But still, the thought of being intimate with him made her nervous.
As she packed up her clothes, she found herself lingering over certain items, wondering if they were appropriate to wear in front of him. She pulled out a lacy black bra and held it up to the light, studying it carefully. Would he like this? Or would he think she was trying too hard?
In the end, she decided to pack the bra anyway. She wanted to look good for Adam, but she also knew that he loved girls who were fancy. That's why she decided to wear it when around him anyway. She didn't want him to loose interest in her at all.
Sasha realized that she was more than ready to move in with Adam. She liked him so much, and she was excited to start this new chapter in their lives together.
Sasha sat on her bed, surrounded by piles of clothes. She was supposed to be packing, but her mind was elsewhere. Specifically, it was on Adam, her new boyfriend. Even though it was just a contract for her to repay her debts. She couldn't help it than to think of him. She had been crushing on him since the first day she saw him, and she couldn't get him out of her head.
As she folded a shirt and placed it in her suitcase, she found herself daydreaming about his handsome face. His chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and sandy blond hair that always seemed to fall perfectly into place. But it wasn't just his face that made her heart race. It was his hands.
She imagined those hands on her body, tracing every curve and dip. She imagined them pulling her close, holding her tight. She could almost feel the warmth of his touch, sending shivers down her spine.
She shook her head, trying to snap out of her daydream. She had to focus on packing. But as she reached for a pair of shorts, she couldn't help but think about how they would look on him. She could picture him wearing them, his muscular legs stretching the fabric.
Her mind drifted back to his hands. She wondered what it would feel like to have them on her face, tracing the lines of her cheeks and jaw. She imagined them in her hair, gently pulling at the strands.
Sasha shook her head again, trying to clear her mind. She couldn't afford to get distracted. She had a lot of packing to do before her moving in with him. But her thoughts kept drifting back to Adam.
She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him. To feel his hands exploring every inch of her body. She imagined him kissing her neck, his hands sliding down her back. She could almost feel the warmth of his breath on her skin.
Sasha sighed, knowing that she had to focus on packing. She picked up a pair of jeans and began to fold them, trying to push her fantasies aside. But as she did, she couldn't help but steal one last glance at the photo of Adam on her phone. His handsome face and strong hands were etched into her mind, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to forget them anytime soon.
But the thought of being intimate with him still made her nervous. She knew that they would have to talk about it more, and that she would have to be honest with him about her inexperience. But for now, she was content to focus on the excitement of moving in with a man, and to leave the rest for another day. She couldn't believe that it was her moving in with a man. A man that she barely knew and things were happening so fast. It seemed like a dream but it was her reality.
Ever since he kissed her, she hadn't stop thinking of it. She imagined of how life will be better when she will be living with him. She would be kissing him more and more. She cautioned herself of her dirty thoughts and couldn't believe that she was the one thinking of that. After one hour she was done packing the clothes. She lay on the bed as she called a truck driver to help her move her staffs.