XIX. The Move

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Ruth had demanded massages most nights and she sleeps half naked, and I just sleep with no shirt on. So there's a lot of skin-to-skin-contact going on when we sleep, and like right now. My hands are on Ruth's relaxed back and she holds me around my waist. I gently scratch her back and she hums.

"That's nice."

"Yeah?" I ask as the scratches get longer.

"Oh, yeah."

"How's your side?"

"It's fine. Doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"That's good." I nod and kiss her shoulder.

"I'm so comfy. I don't want to go to work."

"I know. But we should probably get up soon." I pout.

"Yeah. Let's go."

Ruth gets up, giving me a view of her front. Her abs, her chest... So hot. And of course, just my luck, Phoebe walks in.

"Hey, Mom said you need to- Oh my God. Sorry!" she apologised as she covered her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ruth questioned.

"Ruth," I gesture to her body.

"Oh," she said after look down at herself.

"Yeah, um, Mom said you guys need to go down and have breakfast."

"Thanks, Phoebe." I say as she leaves, "I hope she doesn't tell Mom what she saw. I don't know how she'll react. Let alone my father."

"I'm sure we'll be fine." Ruth shrugged. I lay her back down and straddle her, "Hello." she smirked. I run my hands down her front and feel her abs.

"I wanna wake up like this every morning." I tell her.

"Half naked?" she mused, snaking her hands up my thighs to rest on my waist.

"Yes." I nod.

"Honestly, same." Ruth agreed, "You're beautiful."

"Aha, says you." I scoff, "Look at these abs. So delicious. I just wanna eat them up."

"Do it." Ruth challenged.

"Alright then." I accept. I scoot backwards to lean down to suck on her abs. She made a noise of surprise but as I swirled my tongue around, she sort of moaned.

"I didn't think we'd be so intimate so soon." she says and I suck where her V-line ends. Not quite her pleasure area, but dangerously close. If someone was to walk in right now-

"Tamina Bedi! What on earth is going on in here?" Mom's voice shouted and Ruth covered herself with the blanket in a hurry while I shoot up and turn around.

"Mom, get out!"

"Were you having sex?" Mom questions with her arms crossed and hip cocked.

"No, we weren't." I shake my head.

"What were you doing, then?"

"Mom, please, get out."

"Come down for breakfast soon. You need to eat before work." Mom said before leaving.

"Oh my God." Ruth ran her hands down her face.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I think we need to move out soon." I mumble as I cuddle into her neck. She put her arms around my head and kissed my hair.

"Yeah."

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We decided to move most of my stuff while my parents were at work the following week. It's been awkward around my Mom lately. Ruth and I have been together for three weeks now and I've loved every second with her. And now we're moving in together. I'll get my address changed soon and Ruth has already got my name on the house insurance.

"Where do you want this, sweetheart?" Ruth asked, holding a box that has all of my medical research stuff.

"I don't know, babe."

"Tell you what I can do. I have an office just down the hall, I'll put it all in there." she grinned and I nod. It's been hard moving everything and unpack and stuff. I don't where to put anything without feeling like I'm overstepping. Ruth has already put my clothes in her drawers and closest and we share an underwear drawer now. It's crazy.

I find myself staring out of the window in Ruth's room. It's so beautiful and I enjoy it more when her hands slipped around my waist and linked at my front. I lean into her and place my hands on her.

"Hey," I smile.

"Hey, what're you thinking about?"

I take a breath, "I just don't know my boundaries when it comes to my stuff in the house. I don't wanna overstep and have my crap everywhere."

"I don't mind where you put your things. The house is yours too."

"Hardly." I scoff.

"It is, Tammy. You live here. You put your stuff wherever you want. Mi casa es tu casa."

"You're cute."

"You're cuter." she brought a hand up and booped my nose, "Don't stress it. This house needs a touch of Tammy."

"Thanks, baby." I smile, turning around to kiss her.

"Let's make out on the bed." she said, pulling away. I nod and she throws me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, kissing up my torso as she did. She kissed up my neck and then my mouth, and she tastes so good.

"I love the way you taste," I mumble against her lips.

"Mhm," she hummed as her tongue went in my mouth. Finally, some privacy.

"Ruth!" Zoey screamed when she burst through the door but she stopped short, "Oh, sorry." she laughed. Ruth just looked at her. And Zoey stared back. It was intense.

"Ruth, you okay?" I ask. Ruth got up and walked over to Zoey and they just stared at each other. I was slightly nervous but then they both smiled and cheered and hugged each other, simultaneously.

"Hey, buddy. How've you been?" Ruth asked as she squeezed her sister.

"Good, yeah. How about you?"

"I've been great. Tammy's moving in and I'm really happy about it." Ruth answered as they broke apart.

"That's great! Um, I was just coming over to let you know that Carter and I have a date for the wedding. And I was also wondering if you'd want me to invite Tammy as a guest instead of having her as a plus-one?" Zoey questioned, sort of swaying on her feet.

Ruth looked to me with a questioning look, "When is it?"

"The twenty-seventh of October." Zoey grinned.

Oh no.

"Of this year?"

"Yup." she nodded.

"Zoey, I'm sorry. I can't go."

"Why not?" Zoey pouted.

"That's when Diwali is. I'll be celebrating with my family."

"I can move it. I'll speak to Carter and I'll move it. Ruth is the only one who knows so no one's plans will disrupted. Yeah, I'll move it. Is November okay?"

"Don't feel you have to move the wedding for me, Zoey."

"Well, I want Ruth to be there." she said.

"Ruth will be there." I tell her.

"No, she'll want to celebrate Diwali with you. So when in November do you think you can do?"

"Zoey, you don't have to move the wedding."

"I want you both there." she stated.

I sigh, "You're sweet. You know that?"

"Carter tells me all the time." she shrugged.

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