Todayisthebigmove, and I’m both happy and sad. Mostly happy as I’m moving in with Luke, and from now on, I get to wake up next to him. Tomorrow morning, the next morning, and the next forever. Yay me. But equally a little sad as I will miss living with my best friends.
The girls move about my room, helping me pack. Carefully folding my clothes into the large moving boxes sitting in the middle of the room. Lucky, I don’t have too much to move. Mostly clothes, more makeup than any one woman probably needs, my desk and some pictures of my family.
“Ooh, I like this red silk shirt,” Jas says, holding it up against herself. “Now you’re moving out, I’m not going to be able to borrow it.”
“Jas, it’s all yours. It will suit you much better than me. Red really isn’t my color but definitely you.”
“Thanks, I love it, and I love you, Cassie. I’m going to miss you,” Jas says, gathering me into a hug.
“Hey, don’t leave me out of the group hug,” cries Lily joining us in the hug.
“It’s okay, I will visit all the time and still do Friday cocktails. Just call or text when anyone needs a group hug, and I'll be here. I’m only across town.”
With his usual perfect timing, Luke chooses this moment to walk back into my bedroom. Blake not far behind. They have been picking up the packed boxes and carrying them down to Luke’s car.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,” Luke says, taking steps backward out of the room.
Blake leans over his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “Don’t be crazy, dude, this is exactly the time to interrupt. When three gorgeous women are having a group hug, you need to get in amongst it,” Blake says, joining the three of us in our hug. Surrounding all of us with his six foot five height and long arms.
It still surprises me how Luke and Blake are best friends as they are complete opposites. But I guess that’s exactly why their friendship and partnership does work.
“Come and join us, Luke,” I encourage. He takes my extended hand, allowing me to draw him into the group, saying, “Why are we group hugging?”
“Who cares why, Luke, this feels awesome,” Blake jokes, making us all laugh.
A few hours later, in Luke’s apartment when the girls and Blake have left, I’m all moved in. The guys carried all my boxes in, and the girls helped me unpack them again. Luke’s bedroom has a huge walk-in closet. Lucky for me.
Oops, I mean our bedroom. Guess it will take some getting used to for me to think of it as our bedroom, even though I’ve already spent many blissful nights in it. Anyway, it was fun to fill up the closet with my clothes. I like seeing my dresses hanging alongside his designer suits and shirts. Seeing my colored heels lined up next to his dress shoes. It made the move feel fantastically real.
After unpacking, we ordered some pizzas. A couple of bottles of red washing it all down. It was fun sharing our first night in our apartment with our friends.
But even nicer now as it is just us.
Standing at the large living room window, I watch the city settle into the evening. People’s silhouettes moving past lit apartment windows across the street, people walking their dogs toward the park. Distance sounds of traffic.
I love this view of the lights of the city and Central Park in the distance. I love the little snapshot of life it gives me of the big city. I can’t believe this view from this beautiful apartment, along with my gorgeous man, is my new home. At this point, I could not be happier.
Luke walks back into the living room to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I lean back into his embrace, sighing contentedly. Sweeping my hair to the side, he gently nuzzles my neck with soft kisses.
“You have made me an extremely happy man today. I love how I get to hold you and be with you all the time now,” he says between the kisses he continues to trail down my neck to my collarbone.
“Humm, I agree. But you must promise not to make me late for work every day. Only sometimes.”
“I think I can do that, but, in my defense, when you put those lace panties on, you know I can’t resist.” As if his excuse will work with my bosses.
“Maybe I’ll have to buy some granny pants,” I tease, laughing at the look of horror on his face, reflected in the window.
Shaking his head, he pleads, “Nooo, please not that… even though you would probably still be smoking hot in them.”
“Weirdo,” I reply, resting my head back against his shoulder, allowing him better access to apply more kisses. “Is this how you should be speaking to your new roommate, who gets to sleep next to you every single night and wakeup with you every single morning?”
“I like the sound of all that,” he says, drawing his arms around me tighter.
He trails another set of sweet kisses down my neck and along my collarbone. This man has the most magical lips and touch. Maybe I should suggest an early night.
Luke’s sexy voice rumbles close to my ear again, “I can’t imagine you not being in my life. I don’t want to imagine you not being in my life.”
Turning me slowly in his arms, he draws me in for a kiss. A gentle feather-light brushing of his lips over mine.
