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Taking my hand, he leads me over to a room I assume is his, and I’m surprised tosee how bare it is. There’s only a queen size bed in the center and a small TV on top of a dresser. “Wanna fuck?”
I would... but he has a fucking Steelers flag hanging over the bed. I’m more likely to throw up on him than come on him. “No, thanks. Maybe once we get back to my house and I make you put on one of my Browns jerseys. I’m surprised you didn’t see them when you hung up your company shirts in my closet.”
“I did. I used them when you ran out of toilet paper.”
He has the audacity to try and kiss me, doubling down when I swat him away. Giving in feels good, though. That kiss feels good.
“I guess we finally found something to bully each other about. And now I understand why you’re trying to move in with me already — I wouldn’t want to live here either.”
Chuckling, he lays me back on his bed and slots between my legs. “We were bound to find something eventually, huh?”
I guess. I just wish it wasn’t this. Frowning, I kiss him one more time. “Mmhm.”
“Mmhm,” he tosses back, lips capturing mine again.
How quickly he gets us both out of our clothes could win some type of an award, and before I know it he’s deep inside of me, making me forget football as a whole. “You tried to break up with me,” he whispers, hips moving slower than ever before. “How long have you known you’re my girl?”
I also tried to tell him no to sex, but I didn’t mean that either. “Who said I know anything of the sort?”
The scent of him on the sheets sends me over faster than I want to admit, and when he follows me a moment later, I can’t even roll my eyes at his huge smile. It’s too damn cute. “Glad we got to fuck in my bed at least once. Wanna go home now?”
Home. My home. The place where I lived alone, I thought. “Can I ask you something first?”
My question has him instantly nervous, but he nods anyway. “Yeah. What’s up?”
“Are you moving in?”
“Shit,” he huffs, pulling away slightly so he can fidget around. “Am I imposing? I wasn’t trying to. It’s just where I want to bebecause you’re there, and I thought you wanted me there too, so I didn’t really think about it beyond each day. I guess I have been leaving a lot of shit there for convenience, and maybe that’s something I should have asked about first? Fuck.”
He’s rambling, but it’s actually kind of cute. “Eris, relax. I know we barely know each other but I like having you around. I just don’t like not knowing what’s going on right under my nose. Neither of us have kids or pets to worry about and you clearly have a place to come back to, so if you want to move in, move in.”
He’s frowning still like none of my words have fully sunk in, and when they do his face slowly relaxes. “Really?”
It’s probably a terrible idea, but what better way to find out if we’re really compatible? Everything will stay in my name, so if we break up, what’s the harm?
Even as I have the thought, something tells me we’re not breaking up. We’re not even technically together yet which I find hilarious, but it’s fun to watch him squirm about it.
Besides, if we’re gonna jump the gun here, we might as well do everything backward. “Why not?”
Eris smiles that cheesy grin that makes me blush and kisses me before I can back out. “Okay, if you insist. You don’t have to beg, baby. I’ll move in.”
Oh, hell. My stomach squirms with excitement, but my brain reminds me to keep my wits about me. I either just changed the rest of my life for the better... or ruined it.
Time will tell.
Thirteen: Maze
It’s nearly Halloween and I’m so excited, it’s hard to keep it contained. I blow a kiss to Ralph through the window as I finish up the dishes from an early dinner, then spin to face Eris.
“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going yet?”
“Nope. You blew him a kiss and not me, so I think I’ll leave you in suspense for a while, Burrito.”
Fake pouting, I meet him on the couch and straddle his lap, kissing him slowly, sweetly. “What about now?”
“Better.” He’s smiling now, hands resting on my thighs as he watches me. “You sure you’re not sick of me yet, baby?”
Shockingly, I’m not. Having him here has been easy. Yeah, he has a lot of stuff, but there’s always someone around with a smile on their face and someone to help with the cleaning. He just... makes me feel better.
