I look at her flustered state. Her cheeks the most beautiful shade of pink. Her eyes big in awe as the question, tumbled from my lips. I have no doubt in my mind that she's the one. The woman with whom I want to spent the rest of my days. I want to wake up with her in my bed, every morning to her perfect smile. I'm losing my mind when I'm around her, but the kiss that we've just shared is more than just a kiss. It excites me in a different way, like I want to take her to my bed and make love to her in a gentle and romantic way. I'm not referring to rough cavemen sex. I can see a future with her. I've never thought about marriage so casually before, but everything seems easier with her in the picture. I'm not only head over heels in love with this maiden; I actually love her to the moon and back. "Move in with me?" I re-asked my question. Slowly she started nodding her head. I lifted her up and swung her around and pulled her in for another kiss. Years ago my heart physically stopped when I saw her in my classroom, my breath hitched when her soft hand graced mine that first day but I never thought that Genevieve Roberts would take my world by storm. My daily routine revolved around her, I couldn't wait to see her again. My sinful mind fantasized inappropriately. Even after she left (the news shocked me senselessly), I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind. Yet the feeling that flows though my veins at this moment is on a completely different level. At first it might have just been sex driven by the chemistry. A lustful turpitude, however, now I'm not as sure anymore. My stomach throws somersaults in an awkward fashion. Our lips parted for a second time. Her chest rise and fell as she intakes heavily. The pink tint on her cheeks even more potent then before. "Are you guys trying to suck each other's faces off?" Harrison's voice broke the daze that we were both trapped in. We turned our attention towards him. He smiled genuinely as he noticed our complexions. "Don't stop on my account. I'm glad that you've figured things out. We could all feel the unholy chemistry from a mile away," he said with an even broader smile. I'm glad that her family finally approves to this relationship. Is that what this is, seeing how I've yet to ask her to be my girlfriend. I completely skipped that step and asked her to move in with me. Way to go Misha!
"Glad that you could join us," her dad said with a mocking grim as we entered the space where he and Auntie Patricia were conversing. "Help yourselves to some pizza," she offered as she pointed towards several open boxes scattered upon the table. Each pizza has a different topping: Hawaiian, triple cheese, pepperoni and seafood. Cutlery and plates, six sets in total, positioned around the dining table. Gen questioned as she noticed the scene: "Isn't it a bit too early for dinner?" I looked down at my wrist watch. This couldn't possibly be the correct time. Have we been sleeping all day? "Its 6PM, princess," I informed her. Her eyes grew with shock as she spat out a single word question: "WHAT!?" Her mother eyed the both of us suspiciously. "Have you been eating at all?" We avoided eye contact as best we could, seeing how we were both to deep in Pleasureville to worry about a minor setback such as food. Auntie P took the silent answer as answer enough. She took slices from each box and divided them between two plates before pushing it towards us. "Eat up!" she exclaimed motherly. Even in her calm tone I can say that she's not about to take no for an answer. Gen and I sat down, side by side, our fingers intertwined beneath the table.
After a second slice Genevieve pleaded with her mother assuring her that she can't take another bite. "It's fine Auntie P. I'll take her remaining slices if it's okay with you. I'm ravishing," I helped her out. I didn't know how hunger I am until I've bitten into the first slice of pizza. Even though we're sitting around a table like a civilized family, it's rather relaxing to converse over pizza and beer. "Sure Misha, there's more if you'd like," she said kindly. I nodded in appreciation as I take her plate and swiped it out with my empty one. "So mom, dad," Gen said which instantly caught their attention. She tightens her grip around my hand. "Misha asked me to move in with him and I said yes," she continued confidently. I prepped myself for a negative outcome but on the contrary, it is quite the opposite. "That's great baby. I'm so happy for you," the older woman cooed. "So do tell, when are you two love-birds getting married?" Marina caught us both of guard, but Gen's reaction is worth every penny. Gen choked on her drink which made her brother laugh at her. "If she's willing to, I believe that we'd put up a wedding for you guys, somewhere in the future, but for now we just want to enjoy our time," I answered cool and collectively. I turn my head to look at her just to find her already looking at me. Her peepers bore through my soul and I wouldn't want it any other way. I leaned in closer and placed my lips gently against hers. We were quickly pulled away from our loving moment when an annoying somebody stated: "Would you like me to glue you guys together?" A loud whacking sound swiftly followed, echoing throughout the room as Marina punched her man for being an utter nuisance.
After a few more moments, we were escorted out of the house. Auntie P assured us that we need not to worry about the suite and how she would clean it up. Stating something in the line about us being their guests. Her father asked us not to be strangers and how we should visit them once in a while; I can't really deny them that. The only ultimatum that her mother had, however, is that I should remember to feed her daughter, because nobody (no matter how good the sex might be) could function without it. This statement made Genevieve extremely uncomfortable, which led to a quick departure.