As Amri and I headed out to put the money down on our first apartment together, excitement bubbled up inside me like a fizzy drink ready to explode. This was it—the next step in our journey, moving in together, starting our little family. Damn, I couldn't wait.
"Shit, babe, can you believe it?" I exclaimed, gripping Amri's hand tightly as we walked. "Our own place, just me and you, no more sneaking around at your mom's."
Amri flashed me that cocky smirk of his, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hell yeah, Kyra, it's gonna be lit," he replied, his voice filled with anticipation. "No more interruptions when I'm trying to get you alone."
I snorted, elbowing him playfully in the ribs. "You wish, baby. But hey, at least we won't have to worry about waking up your little brother with our late-night activities."
Amri chuckled, pulling me closer to him as we reached the rental office. "Nah, he's gonna miss all the action," he joked, his grin widening as he pushed open the door.
Inside, the leasing agent greeted us with a bright smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Hey there, you must be Amri and Kyra," she said cheerfully, motioning for us to take a seat. "I've got all the paperwork ready for you to sign."
As we went through the lease agreement, my heart raced with anticipation. This was the start of something new, something exciting, and I couldn't wait to dive in headfirst. Fuck yeah, this was gonna be our little slice of heaven, our sanctuary away from the world.
After what felt like hours of signing papers and handing over cash, we finally had the keys in hand. As we stepped out into the sunshine, the weight of responsibility settling on our shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.
"We did it, babe," I said, turning to Amri with a grin. "We're officially adults now."
Amri wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close as we walked towards our new home. "Damn right we are," he replied, pressing a kiss to my temple. "And ain't nobody gonna fuck with us now, not when we got each other's backs."
With that, we headed off into the sunset, ready to tackle whatever life threw our way, together. Hell yeah, this was just the beginning of our epic adventure, and I couldn't wait to see where it would take us.
As the weeks flew by, Amri and I hustled to turn our new apartment into a cozy little haven. We hit up Aldi for all the essentials, loading up on groceries, kitchenware, and yeah, even snagging an air mattress for those nights when our real bed hadn't arrived yet.
With each passing day, our place started to feel more like home. We'd blast music while we unpacked boxes, laughing and joking as we argued over where to put the damn coffee maker or which shelf should hold the plates.
And then came the day when we finally tackled the beast—the bed. We'd been sleeping on that damn air mattress for way too long, and we were both itching to christen our new place properly.
With a determined glint in our eyes, we set to work assembling the bed frame, our hands moving in sync as we hammered and screwed pieces together. Sweat beaded on our brows as we worked, but damn, it felt good to be building something together.
And when the bed was finally done, all smooth lines and sturdy frame, we shared a look of satisfaction, knowing that we'd done it ourselves. But there was one final test to put it through—the ultimate test, if you catch my drift.
With a grin, I turned to Amri, mischief dancing in my eyes. "Well, babe, what do you say we give this bad boy a test run?" I purred, running a hand down his chest suggestively.
Amri's grin mirrored mine, his eyes dark with desire. "Shit, Kyra, you read my mind," he replied, his voice low and husky.
And just like that, we were tearing each other's clothes off, a whirlwind of hands and lips and heat as we tumbled onto the freshly made bed. Fuck, it felt good, the mattress beneath us creaking in protest as we lost ourselves in each other.
We fucked like animals, our passion igniting the room as we explored every inch of each other's bodies. Moans and curses filled the air, blending together in a symphony of pleasure as we rode the waves of ecstasy together.
And when we finally collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, the bed sheets tangled around us, I knew that this was just the beginning of our wild adventure together. With Amri by my side, there was nothing we couldn't conquer—not even a stubborn bed frame.
As I prepped my lash studio for my first client of the day, excitement buzzed in the air like electricity. Today was gonna be a good day—I could feel it in my bones.
Amri, sprawled out on the couch, glanced up from packing his gym bag, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Make that money, babe," he said, flashing me a thumbs-up. "I'll hold down the fort here."
I rolled my eyes playfully, blowing him a kiss as I grabbed my lash supplies. "Don't spend it all in one place," I teased, winking at him before turning my attention back to my work.
The next few hours flew by in a blur of meticulous application and easy conversation. My client was thrilled with her new lashes, gushing about how she felt like a whole new woman. And as she handed over the cash—$150, baby—I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.
"Thanks, girl, you're the best," she said, giving me a quick hug before heading out the door.
With a satisfied sigh, I counted the bills before tucking them away safely. Damn, it felt good to be making bank doing what I loved.
As the day wore on, more clients rolled in, each one leaving with a smile on their face and a few extra bucks in my pocket. By the time the last one left, I was riding high on a wave of success, my pockets jingling with cash.
Meanwhile, Amri was busy packing up for his big move to UCLA. He'd been counting down the days until he could hit the court with his new team, and the excitement practically crackled in the air around him.
I watched him move around the apartment, his muscles flexing as he lifted boxes and bags with ease. "You ready for this, baby?" I asked, crossing the room to wrap my arms around him from behind.
Amri leaned back into my embrace, his smile softening as he turned to face me. "Hell yeah, I am," he replied, his eyes shining with determination. "UCLA ain't ready for me."
I laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips before helping him finish up his packing. "They better watch out, 'cause you're gonna tear it up out there," I said, my voice filled with pride.
And as we loaded up the car with his belongings, ready to hit the road towards his next big adventure, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for what the future held. With Amri chasing his dreams and me making moves in my lash business, there was nothing we couldn't achieve together.
