Colin
While my woman is showering the smell of fish and bait off of herself, I refrain from joining by doing as I said I would. I drop the pile of rank clothes in the wash, add detergent, and get the settings ready. After rewashing my hands and doing a sniff test to make sure I kept the stink off the extra clothes I had here, I give the animals some love and meander to the bedroom to check what sort of space I’m looking at for the nightstand and closet. Not bad. I expected less. I hear the shower turn off and decide to head back down and start the washer. I don’t want herto feel like I’m up her ass every time I’m here, even though being with her is the only thing I want to do.
I walk into the kitchen and check the fridge, starting a mental list of things I’d like to add to it that I don’t already have in my fridge. We should bring my cold stuff over first before we go to the store.
“Well, that’s better.” Sydney sighs as she strolls into the kitchen, adjusting her loose-fitting tee over a pair of black leggings.
Why is it that every time she’s in my vicinity, I’m fighting a raging hard-on or toying with the idea of ripping off her clothes?Dick, give it a rest.She passes me to reach up and grab a cup from the cupboard, humming a tune as she reaches high enough for her shirt to flash me a better view of her rear.You’re doing it again.I shake my head, but not before she notices out of the corner of her eye and smiles.
“So, how you wanna do this?”
“I was thinking about clearing the counter and ripping off your…” My sentence is cut off from her snicker and held up pointer finger.
“No, not that. Although, I like where your mind is going. Hold that thought. I’m talking about the moving situation.”
I hold her eyes and smile wide. This is really happening.
“Well, since you want me here invading your space, that’s completely up to you.” I eye her, looking for any second thoughts.
She hums a little bit more of her tune, thrumming her fingers against the cup in contemplation before stopping and taking a drink.
“Wanna go fill some boxes?” She smiles over the rim of her glass, eyes glittering with enough excitement that I want to “whoop” from the top of my lungs.
“You know I do,” I saucily toss back, winking at her. She blinks back and giggles when she catches the double meaning, then rolls her eyes.
“When you smile at me like that, it does things,” Sydney says on a sigh, setting down her cup, then holding up quote fingers. “Moving” boxes first, then we’ll get around to filling my other box.”
I roll my eyes back at her in fake exasperation, even though I totally dig it.This woman. Mmmm…I follow that perfect ass down the hallway to the garage to retrieve numerous boxes from her move here. We fill up the back of my truck and drive on over to my place.
“I’ll start pulling cold stuff from the fridge and freezer while you go start collecting what you want. Remember, we can always make more room if what I cleared out wasn’t enough. I didn’t want to make you nervous by going too big at first,” she comments as she hops out of the cab, reaching over the back to grab some more boxes along with me.
I open the front door and drop my keys in the dish on the tiny wall table before juggling my boxes inside. She starts toward the kitchen.
“I honestly expected less room than what you already gave me. Maybe I’ll just have to build us a bigger closet.”
She looks back over her shoulder with a bubbly happiness that I want to see every single day for the rest of my life.
“You’re that handy? Damn, a girl got lucky!”
I chuckle at her exuberant reply.
“It helps when one of your best friends owns his own construction business. I’ve picked up quite a few things and have had a lot of chances to practice.”
“He fixes pipes, he builds things, he’s a vet, he can cook, knows how to clean, and has unexpected, mad skills in the bedroom…” she trails off as she’s walking into the kitchen,shaking her head in disbelief. A lighthearted laugh rumbles from my chest as her praise warms me from the inside out. I force myself to go to the bedroom alone to pack up some clothes. I do a little jig on my way down the hallway. I’ll show her some unexpected, mad skills in the bedroom in a little bit. And here I was all nervous that I was rusty as fuck after my long bout of celibacy. Nah, she woke the sleeping monster, and he was… hungry. I snicker at the thought.Mad skills.
Almost an hour later, I look at the boxes and bags before me. I managed to get all of my favorites. There’s way more clothes in this house than I thought. I decide to leave behind a decent amount to donate. I really don’t need every piece. I pack my favorite valuables, important paperwork, stuff I need for the clinic, my bathroom items.
“Sydney, do we need any of the linens from the bathroom or the linen closet?” I holler down the hall. I decide to grab one set of king sheets that I think will look decent with her decor. You can never really have too many.
“That’s up to you if you really want to bring any. A couple extra towels wouldn’t hurt, but I do have a decent stash already.” She leans against my doorway looking all adorable. I want to kiss her. “Any of the big furniture you want to bring?”
“I’m not too sure about that yet. Let’s give it a couple of weeks to see what all I feel like I’m missing and what we have room for. Maybe my study desk.” She will look fantastic spread across that. Yes, the desk in the study will need a spot. Her eyes glimmer like she might have just read my mind.Dirty.
“Oh, good idea to grab an extra set of sheets forourbed.” She winks, knowing what her teasing does to me, and walks back out to the living room, leaving me shaking my head and giving me space to think and look around some more. When I enter the living room about twenty minutes later, she’s picking some books off the bookshelf.
“I really love that you enjoy reading too,” she states when she notices me enter the room; her genuine smile almost knocks me off my feet.
“Mmm, yes to that.” I point out toward the shelf beneath her. “Definitely get that third shelf. They’re my TBR books.”