She loves me. Without her telling me a month ago, I knew that she loved me, but she had finally said it. She let me in even more even though I didn't deserve her. She kept telling me over and over that she was mine. My ears would never get tired of hearing that. I was in love, and I could never imagine loving anyone more than I love Lynne. She was mine.
Waking later in the afternoon, I hear the shower running and make my way to find Lynne. She blushes through the glass when I step in. I had finally come to the part of the relationship where I wouldn't have to leave the room any time she undressed or showered. I was in the most committed relationship I had ever been in.
I stepped in, noticing the water was only warm – I like my showers scalding, letting my muscles relax as I stand there and wake up. She looks up at me through her lashes, smiling at me.
"Move in with me," I say while kissing her lips. "Move in with me," I say, kissing her shoulder. "Move in with me," I say, kissing her nose. "Move in with me," I beg.
"Ian," she says, looking into my pleading eyes.
"Don't answer me... Not until it is a yes," I say, holding her in my arms.
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Love Letter
ChickLitLynne meets a man on the way home for the Holidays on a bus; if she only knew where that bus ride would lead she may have never left in the first place. Romance.
