Past Lovers

Finding A Routine

Alex and Megan had been dating for a few months now and things were going great. They had become inseparable and spent most of their time together. One day, while they were out for dinner, Alex turned to Megan and asked, "Hey, do you want to move in with me?"

Megan was taken aback by the question but didn't hesitate to say yes. She had been thinking about it for a while. With both of them working full time in successful careers, the whole staying over at each-others apartments had started to become draining.  "Yes, I would love to move in with you," she said with a smile.

Alex grinned, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "I was hoping you would say that. We can start looking for a place together."

Over the next few weeks, they spent their free time looking for an apartment that would suit their needs. They wanted something that was close to both of their workplaces, had enough space for the two of them, and was in a good neighborhood. They looked at several places but none of them felt quite right.

Finally, they found the perfect apartment. It was spacious, had plenty of natural light, and was in a great location. They both fell in love with it immediately and knew that this was the one.

As they started to move in, they laughed and joked about where to put their things and how they were going to decorate. Alex suggested that they paint one of the walls a bright colour, and Megan suggested that they put up some plants to liven up the space.

As Alex and Megan sat on their couch discussing the layout of their new apartment, they couldn't help but laugh at each other's design ideas.

"I want a giant beanbag chair in the living room," Alex said with a grin.

Megan rolled her eyes. "And I want a chaise lounge. We're going to have to find a way to compromise."

They continued to joke back and forth, throwing out outlandish ideas until they finally settled on a plan for their new home.

As they started to unpack their boxes and set up their new furniture, Alex couldn't help but feel grateful for this new chapter in his life. He had gone through a lot of struggles with his divorce and rebuilding his life, but being with Megan made it all worth it.

Megan could sense his gratitude and smiled at him. "I'm so glad we found each other again," she said, taking his hand.

"Me too," Alex replied, squeezing her hand. "I don't know what I would do without you."

They shared a loving look, feeling content and excited for their future together.

The apartment was finally coming together and they had finally chosen the perfect paint color. As they were painting the living room walls, Alex dipped his brush into the paint tray and turned to Megan with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, Meg, I've always wanted to try something."

Megan raised an eyebrow, looking at him curiously. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Alex grinned and before Megan could react, he flicked his brush at her, sending a glob of paint flying towards her face. Megan gasped in surprise but quickly retaliated, grabbing her own brush and flicking a blob of paint at Alex.

And so, a paint war ensued. They chased each other around the living room, dipping their brushes in different colors and flinging paint at each other, all while laughing and shouting.

As they paused to catch their breath, Alex leaned in close to Megan, a sly smile on his face. "You know, Meg, I've always heard that painting is a great way to relieve stress," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Megan rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Is that so?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Alex nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yeah, and I think we've both been pretty stressed lately. Maybe we should take a break and relieve some tension."

Megan giggled, playfully smacking him with her paintbrush. "You're such a flirt," she said, her cheeks flushed with color.

Alex chuckled, pulling her close to him. "Well, I can't help it when I'm around you, Meg," he said, leaning in to kiss her.

Megan and Alex were both covered in paint from their impromptu paint fight, laughing and out of breath. Megan looked up at Alex and their eyes met. Without a word, they both leaned in for another kiss, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace.

As they broke apart, they both chuckled at the mess they had made. "Looks like we'll need to take a shower now," Alex said, winking at Megan.

Megan smirked back at him. "Oh, so you want to shower together, huh?"

Alex laughed. "Always trying to get me naked, aren't you?"

Megan playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. We're adults, Alex. We can shower together without it being a big deal."

Alex grinned. "I know. I was just teasing you." He leaned in and kissed her again. "But seriously, let's go shower."

Megan giggled and took his hand, leading him towards the bathroom. As they stepped into the shower, they continued their banter, making each other laugh and enjoying the closeness they shared.

As the water washed away the paint, they shared another kiss, the passion between them growing stronger with each passing moment. They knew that they were meant to be together, and nothing would ever be able to tear them apart.

As they settled into their new routine, Alex and Megan continued to find joy in each other's company. They spent the next few weeks getting settled into their new home. They cooked together, watched movies on the couch, and made the space their own. Megan loved waking up every morning and seeing Alex lying next to her, knowing that they were in this together.

Living together was a new experience for both of them, but they were determined to make it work. They learned each other's quirks and habits, and found a way to compromise on things that didn't quite match up. They supported each other through difficult times and celebrated the good times together.

As they lay in bed one night, Megan turned to Alex and said, "I'm so glad we moved in together."

"Me too," Alex replied, kissing her forehead. "I love you."

Megan smiled, feeling a warm sensation in her heart. "I love you too."