Page 80 of From Us, Forever

“Fine, if you don’t want to hear that I’m ready to move in with you. You might as well sleep,” I muttered, pressing play on a show that I’d been wanting to watch for a while.

The outside factors trying to wreck chaos in our relationship didn’t really bother me anymore.

I felt safe, secure, and happy enough to move in with him forever.

“Hmm.” He pulled me closer before his head snapped to me, his eyes wide. “What?”

“I said that I’ll move in with you.”

“You will?” He looked baffled.

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

“You sure?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Jay. I’m very sure.”

“Fuck yes.” He grinned, kissing me wildly. “Let me get Tyler to pack all your shit up.”

“No. I don’t like others touching my things. I’ll pack it myself.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t want to waste another minute.”

“Youdon’t be ridiculous. I live here anyway, so I’ll slowly move things in. My lease doesn’t end for a few months, so there’s plenty of time.”

“Fine. I don’t care. I just want you with me. Officially.”

“Do you think you can handle that? I might paint the entire living room pink and buy a hot-pink couch and throw sparkly shit everywhere.”

He smirked. “I’m not really worried because you can’t paint and can’t choose which couch to buy, and you hate glitter because it gets everywhere.”

“Fucker.” I swatted him hard, and he screamed “ouch,” before tackling me with his weight as he held me down. “Jay, let go.”

“Impossible,” he promised with a kiss.

The next day, I was knee-deep sorting out the boxes in my old apartment. Jay didn’t want to wait any longer, so I relented.

There was so much shit that I’ve accumulated throughout the years.

I decided that more than half my wardrobe should be donated and forced myself to pack only six boxes.

“Sweetheart, are you still deciding?” Jay looked exhausted, peering at me while wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his shirt.

“Yes,” I mumbled, sitting on a pile of old dresses.

“Okay but look, I have to go. I have a recording sess with the boys in a few.”

“You go, I’ll be fine. I won’t be long.”

“Tyler will stay with you.” He crouched lower to kiss the side of my head. “Bye.”

Moving was a lot harder than I’d imagined. I mean, I should know after all the times we used to move once.

An hour later, I was almost done as I rose to my feet, stretching out the kinks in my muscles.

I set all the giveaway pile by the side and taped the things I packed, which were mostly my books and old trinkets from Jay and Auntie M.

Just then I heard the door open and softly close behind me.

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