Stuck with you (BWWM)

Chapter 25

Gabi hair and outfit

Months had passed since Yasmin and I had returned to California, our hearts filled with a renewed sense of homecoming. Back in familiar surroundings, I couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia as I reconnected with the memories that had shaped my journey. And yet, there was something new in the air, an anticipation that tingled with the promise of what lay ahead.

Yasmin's excitement was palpable, her wedding plans taking center stage as she navigated the details with a fervor that only she could muster. I smiled at her enthusiasm, grateful to share in this chapter of her life. As her maid of honor, I knew that my role extended beyond simply wearing a dress and standing by her side; it was a testament to our unbreakable bond and the years of friendship that had brought us here.

One day, while we were each nestled in our apartments, the familiar buzz of my phone pulled me from my thoughts. A text from Ben illuminated the screen, a simple request for me to pick him up. I shot back a quick reply, my curiosity piqued by his mysterious demeanor. Yasmin noticed my reaction, and a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Secret plans with the mystery man?" she teased, winking playfully.

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a chuckle. "You know him too well, Yas."

As I headed out to fetch Ben, my heart raced with anticipation. The drive was filled with a mix of excitement and intrigue, the open road stretching before me like a canvas of possibilities. When I arrived at the designated spot, he was waiting, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Close your eyes," he instructed, extending a blindfold towards me.

I raised an eyebrow, my lips curving into a half-smile. "You know, most surprises don't involve sensory deprivation."

He chuckled, the sound making my heart flutter. "Trust me."

I obliged, allowing him to cover my eyes. The world around me faded into darkness, my other senses heightened as I waited with bated breath. I could sense movement, the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle hum of his presence beside me.

"Okay, you can look now," he said, his voice a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

I carefully removed the blindfold, my eyes widening as they took in the sight before me. It was the house-the very house I had described to him in countless conversations, the modern haven that had existed only in my dreams. My jaw dropped, speechless as I tried to process what was happening.

"Ben, how...?" I began, my voice trailing off in disbelief.

He grinned, his eyes reflecting the joy that swelled in my own heart. "I wanted to give you something you've always wanted."

As we walked through the door, he guided me through a tour of our new home, each room more breathtaking than the last. And then he handed me a set of keys, the weight of them solid and reassuring in my hand.

"They're for you," he said, his expression filled with earnest sincerity. "I've already signed the paperwork. This place is ours."

I blinked back tears, my heart overflowing with emotion. "Ben, I don't even know what to say..."

He reached for my hand, his touch grounding me in the reality of the moment. "Gabi, I want us to build a future together, right here. So, what do you say? Will you move in with me?"

I felt the lump in my throat as my voice wavered with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "Yes," I managed to whisper, my eyes brimming with tears. "Yes, of course, Ben."

In that instant, any lingering doubt or uncertainty melted away, leaving only the warmth of our love and the promise of the journey that lay ahead. I threw my arms around him, holding him close as if I could convey all the emotions swirling within me through that single embrace.

As we pulled back, his lips met mine in a kiss that spoke volumes-of hope, of love, of the unwavering bond that bound us together. And as we stood there, enveloped in the presence of our new home and the dreams it held, I couldn't help but whisper to myself, "Holy shit."

Ben chuckled, a soft laugh that resonated with the joy in my heart. "Yeah, I had that same reaction when I saw it for the first time."

With a playful smile, I turned to him, our eyes meeting in a shared understanding. "This is really ours, isn't it?"

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I'm going to make sure of it."

A mixture of disbelief and awe washed over me, the weight of this new chapter settling into my soul. And as the reality of our future began to sink in, I couldn't help but admit, "I'm going to cry."

He pulled me into another hug, his arms a safe haven around me. "You can cry all you want, as long as you're here with me."

And in that moment, as we stood together in our newfound sanctuary, I knew that no matter where life would take us, we had a place to call home-one that we had built not only with bricks and mortar, but with love, laughter, and the unwavering promise of a lifetime together.

In the days that followed our move into the new house, a sense of anticipation simmered just beneath the surface. Each corner of the house held the promise of intimacy, and Ben and I reveled in the thrill of exploring this new chapter of our relationship. The air was charged with an electric energy that seemed to echo our unspoken desires.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the room, Ben and I found ourselves in our bedroom. The low hum of desire hung in the air, tangible and intoxicating. Our laughter mingled with the crackling energy, as we exchanged teasing glances and playful banter.

As Ben's lips captured mine in a kiss that was anything but innocent, I felt a surge of heat coursing through me. Our mouths moved with a growing urgency, a dance of tongues and shared breaths that conveyed a hunger that had been building for far too long. His hands explored the curves of my body with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine.

With each kiss, each touch, the fire between us burned brighter, igniting a passionate yearning that was impossible to ignore. His fingers traced the outline of my silhouette, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips as his fingers dipped lower, igniting sparks of pleasure.

Our breaths mingled in the space between us, the air thick with longing as we pulled away, our eyes locked in a fervent gaze. The room was heavy with the scent of desire, the anticipation of what was to come making my heart race. The rise and fall of our chests matched the rhythm of our desires, a silent dance that seemed to echo the pounding in my veins.

Ben's lips grazed my earlobe, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers down my spine. "Gabi," he breathed, his tone laced with an unmistakable hunger.

I met his gaze, my own desire reflected in the depths of his eyes. "Ben," I murmured, my voice a mixture of need and longing.

In that moment, the unspoken words hung in the air, a declaration of the passion that burned between us. As he traced the outline of my lips with his fingers, the tension between us grew unbearable. And as his mouth captured mine again, we surrendered to the magnetic pull of our desires, our bodies moving in a rhythm that spoke of shared pleasure and unbridled lust.