She scowls at me before her shoulders slump. “Yeah,” her cheeks pink slightly and I’m not sure why, “come on then.”
I’m right on her heels as I follow her into her room. And then I freeze.
Her room is so her. It’s messy, with a few piles of clothes here and there, but there’s organization here too. She has a few of her photos on the walls and more bookshelves than should exist in a bedroom. There were a few in the living room as well, but it was more of a curated display.
This room makes me feel like I’m peeking behind the curtain.
And she didn’t even think twice about welcoming me in.
“It’s a mess in here,” she defends herself.
“It is,” I agree.
The glare she points in my direction is adorable, but I won’t deny that it is slightly terrifying. Only because the last thing I want is for her to truly be upset. But I can see the smile she’s trying to hide.
“It’s my mess.”
My hands land on her hips as I pull her a step closer to me. “You’re my mess,” I whisper before kissing her softly. “Now, about those panties,” I tease her.
She giggles and rolls her eyes before giving my chest a little shove. I don’t move. There’s no way she’ll move me without me letting her. The little huff she lets out tells me she’s very much aware of it too.
“I don’t need help packing my panties,” she sasses me.
“Wouldn’t want to forget them,” my tone is filled with faux innocence.
“What a shame that would be.” Her deadpan delivery makes me chuckle.
I kiss her again and then release her. When she asks me for help, I’m right there with her. I even fold things.
After zipping up her big suitcase, I immediately pick it up and let out a soft grunt. “Damn. I even watched you pack it, but this thing is heavy.”
“I stuffed a lot in there,” I tell him with a shrug.
She did. With every piece of clothing she put in, I wanted to triple it because it felt so fucking good. I’m very aware she thinks she’ll be coming back here, but if I have anything to do with it,she’ll just finish moving into the house I didn’t even realize I built for her.
I hope she likes it.
“I’m glad I brought the truck,” I grumble when I’ve collected everything she packed up in her living room.
“And just think,” she fires back at me without any hesitation, “not long ago you said something about bringing everything. The truck wouldn’t have been enough then; you thought I’d manage with a saddlebag? Prez, please,” the words drip with sarcasm as she waves her hand.
I chuckle and bury my fingers in her hair while pressing her back against the front door. My nose slides along the soft skin of her neck before I kiss right where her pulse is beating hard in her neck.
“Gotta say, Teach,” I tease, “I love your sass.”
“You’d just end up waving your President wand and ordering someone here with a van or a moving truck or some shit. It’d probably take like an hour and be super annoying,” she mumbles the last part.
When I kiss her this time, it’s deep and filled with the need to get her home. Because all I can think about is burying myself in her right now until all she can do is scream my name instead of giving me lip.
Even though I fucking love it.
I love her.
The realization has me pulling away from her and staring down into her big, blue eyes. Can she see it? For a moment, I freeze, unsure.
Fuck.
It’s not a feeling I’m used to at all.
