One Cup of Sugar || Sasha x Niccolo

47 - Talk Too Much

AN: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Here's a cute fluffy/moment of spice chapter!! (I promise this isn't a trick...haha I am so funny)

- J <3
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Sashas POV:

We ended up back at our place about an hour later.

Our place.

Ours.

I could hardly contain my smile as I walked through the door with all my stuff.

"I'm assuming you're going to stay in my room with me?" Nic was carrying a bag of mine in front of me, looking back at me as we stopped in the living room.

"You said warm body every morning," I tease in a matter-of-fact tone, crossing my arms in front of me in a sarcastic manner.

"I did say that," He nods, leading us to his room. It was the same as I remembered it with the same navy-colored walls and wood furniture. The large window behind the bed was open, allowing the sunlight and cold breeze in.

It was starting to get late, going on nearly nine by the time we finished getting all my stuff in. Unpacking took another hour or so, and by the time we realized the time we had to decide on dinner plans. Neither of us was awake enough to cook, so we ordered takeout from some Chinese place that was about fifteen minutes away from our place.

Our place.

I don't think I would ever get used to that.

"Are you going to be okay if I go and pick up the food and leave you here?" Nic was standing in the middle of the doorway, leaning on the frame of the door as I continued to unpack. I unzipped another bag of clothes, picking pieces out one by one and folding them on the bed.

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll just keep unpacking," I was almost done unpacking, mostly sorting and organizing clothes at this point. Most of everything else was already unpacked and stored where they would need to go. I decided to keep most of my stuff stored in the spare room, the white room that gave me the creeps, but it was only practical.

"Okay, I'll be right back," He walks over to me, placing a hand on my waist before kissing the top of my head.

"Okay,"

"Call me if something happens," He heads out of the room, turning the corner to make his way into the living room.

"Will do! Drive safe!" I yelled out to him, hoping he heard me before he left the house.

I hear the front door close moments later, leaving me by myself in his room. It reminds me of when he went to Stohess, and how confused I was then. I would've never imagined in the middle of that time of my life that I'd end up here again, and this time moving in with him. It's a big jump in our relationship, but I think we're ready for it.

Once again, here we are proving how we are a backward puzzle.

If anyone would've asked me a year ago if I would've moved in with a man I met less than six months ago I would've looked at them like they were insane. I would've said something along the lines of "I would never! That's crazy!".

It is crazy, but I guess life has to be crazy sometimes or it simply isn't fun.

I shudder at the thought of all of it, knowing that if I thought too hard about it then I might psych myself out of everything. I love him, yes, that's a fact, but so much change has happened in the last few months that I can't help but feel a little overstimulated. However, I know that this is Nic I'm worrying about. He'd never do anything to hurt or upset me. I have nothing to worry about.