Chapter 30

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We had arrived at our home and unpacked the truck putting everything in the garage. I wanted to unpack just Chris and i so we could decide together what to keep and what to get rid of. Chris insisting that we would take a walk trough the house to get rid of some of his things to. He wanted to make it so it would feel like our place and that thought made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

I ordered pizza for everyone, we ate and had fun everybody joking around. After dinner Lisa wanted to go home so i drove her, since the boys had a few beers. Talking about everything and nothing we arrived at her house, she got out of the car but not before i thanked her for her help and for being there for me after my mothers phone call. She smiled, "No sweetie thank you." I looked at her confused. She continued, "for making Chris so happy and being such a good friend to Scott." I blushed. We said our goodbyes and after i watched her go into the house i drove home. 

When i walked trough the door using my own keys that Chris has gotten me. I got greeted by Dodger i gave him some hugs and kisses before walking into the living room. I couldn't help but laugh at what i was seeing, the guys where playing heads up. I walked in giving Chris a quick kiss and walked into the kitchen getting the guys another beer making myself a drink and make some snacks. 

The rest off the night was spend playing games and having fun. When i looked around the room i couldn't help but think how happy this made me. 

It was late when we all decide to go to bed. I was beat, i walked into the closet putting on some clean underwear and a shirt from Chris. Chris had taken Dodger out for on last walk and i was already half asleep when he walked in. The last thing i felt was Chris crawling next to me cuddling up to me. I let out a sigh and fell into a deep sleep, feeling save and comfortable in his arms.

It has been a few days since the move. Mackie and Seb had left the next day but not before we made plans for dinner in New York after my interviews. Scott had packed his stuff together and we moved him into my old home. He was so happy having a place to himself in Boston, when he wanted to talk about paying rent i wouldn't have it.  I told him to just take care of the place was enough, i had payed of the house a year after buying it and i made enough money to not need him to pay rent. 

We also did some unpacking moving my clothes into the closet and like i predicted the closet was to small. Moving some of my things in the house and changing some things around. Chris insisting i make it the way i liked. We had brought all the plants into the house, making Chris joking that he now lived in a greenhouse. We had made an appointment with an contractor to have a talk about making a sun room and breaking trough the wall off the walk in closet into the next room turning it into a big enough closet for both of us.

It was two days before we would leave for New York Chris was sitting in the kitchen having an interview about one of his upcoming projects. I decided to have a shower, washing and scrubbing every inch of my body imagining it where Chris his hands i felt myself get worked up. So i got out off the shower put on one of Chris his football jerseys and nothing else and i walked in the kitchen making sure i would stay out of view of the camera. 

I walked to the counter of the kitchen getting a class from one of the top shelf's. I could feel Chris following my every move. Having to stand on my toes lifting the shirt to give Chris a full view of my ass.  Chris coughed to hide a moan making me grin. I filled the glass with water putting it on the counter, i jumped on the counter sitting down spreading my legs a little giving him full view of my already wet pussy. I let out a little chuckle when the interviewer asked if everything was okay because Chris wasn't paying attention.  He apologized telling the interviewer that Dodger was distracting him. He continued the conversation trying to pay attention. 

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