Unexpected

The Move

Lauren's pov

This should be interesting. I finally worked up the courage to ask Luke to move in. Part of me is nervous, because I know there will be disagreements and fights. But, the rest of me is excited, because I get to live with the guy I love and he can really help me recover. Plus, he still feels bad about the accident, and I want to show him that I'm okay.

After we kissed for a while, he drove me to his house so we could begin getting his stuff together. I couldn't really lift much, but I could lift the light stuff. So, that's what I did. I tried my best to help as much as I could.

We finally got everything in the truck after about an hour. He drove me home, then. Once we got there, we began unloading. I got the pillows and blankets. He didn't want me getting anything heavier, which I knew I could. I mean I can't like carry a couch or something like that, but there's nothing that heavy there.

We finally finished, and by that time, I was tired after walking so much. So, I took a nap. When I woke up, I saw Luke in the kitchen. He was making food. I walked over to him, and he looked up and smiled. "Hey, babe."

"Hey, you." I replied. "Whatcha making?"

"Your favorite."

"French toast? It doesn't smell like French toast."

"That's because I make it different. I have my own special recipe for French toast."

"Ooh, I'm excited." I said.

"I'm excited to see your face when you eat it." He said, smiling.

About five minutes later, he sat down with a huge plate of French toast. I took three pieces and began eating. "Oh my god, Luke. This is so good!" I said, shoving more in my mouth.

"I see that." He says, laughing. "But only the best for my girl." He leans over the table and kisses me. I immediately stop kissing him.

"I'm eating." I said.

"So? That's doesn't mean I don't wanna kiss you, babe."

"Well, you see in most cases, I would stop eating and kiss you. But, this is too good to put down." I take another bite.

"Then, I don't think I can make it anymore." He said, teasingly.

"No. You can't do that to me." I replied.

"And you can't do that to me."

"What did I do?" I asked, but I knew what I did. Well, didn't do.

"You wouldn't kiss me."

"So? We kiss all the time. It's not like it's your only chance, Luke."

"And it's not like you can't stop eating for ten second to kiss me."

"Fine." I look up and give him a quick peck. "Happy now?"

"No. You know that's not the kind of kiss I mean."

"Too bad. You get what you get. Just think. I could be dead right now, and you wouldn't even get pecks so be happy." I say, as I'm taking another bite of my French toast.

"Dammit. You're right."

"I usually am." I say, then laugh.

"Yes. You usually are."

"Well, lucky for you, I just finished. Let me do my dish and we can go upstairs." I said.

"No, I can do it. You go ahead." He said, grabbing my plate.

"Are you sure? You cooked."

"I told you. Only the best." He said. I couldn't help but smile. I went upstairs and decided that I think I'm ready to do what I know he's been wanting to do for a long time.

I go into my drawer and take out a really sexy lace bra. Then a matching pair of underwear. I put them on then put on my clothes, just in case he ends up not wanting to do anything. Just make out.

He comes upstairs. I run up to him and kiss him. The kiss deepens and his tongue massages mine. It feels so good. We back up to the bed. I fall back onto it. He gets on top of me and the kiss gets even deeper. Then, he stops kissing me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes I am. I'm ready."

I pull him back in and we begin kissing deeper then we ever had before.