"Nik, did you get the last box," I shout up the stairs.
"Yeah, you should get in the car," he shouts back down.
I skip out of the now empty apartment and into the black vehicle filled with boxes.
Right now, I'm moving into my boyfriend's house. We've been dating for two years already and I love him. He said he loves me too and he showed it to me. Best time of my life is all I'm telling you. Niklaus is so charming. His dirty blond messy hair, stubble, his beautiful accent. Though we share the same accent, his sounds so...hot. Great, here I go again!
Nik and I met when I was walking home from work. It was so dark I could barely see. Then, this guy comes up to me and tries to rape me; actually I'm still not sure, he kept trying to bite my neck. Anyway, Nik comes out of nowhere and saves me by knocking the guy out. I was so terrified so he walked me home. He seemed really troubled by something so I gave him my number so he could have someone to talk to. Because talking to the people closest to you doesn't always help.
Well, after about one or two weeks, he called me and we began to talk. Our conversation ended with him asking me on a date. He took me to dinner and then we went to see a movie, after that we took a walk in the park watching the stars. We went on many dates after that, he even painted me, with my clothes on by the way. He's really good at drawing and painting. I tell him he should sell his pieces and become famous, but he always tells me that he's fine where he is. I stopped telling him after the hundredth time.
"Hey, are you alright," he asks.
I jump a little, not realizing he had been there.
"Yeah, I'm just really excited," I beam.
"You don't seem excited," he puts his hands on the steering wheel but keeps eye contact with me.
"Well, I'm just a little scared, I've never moved in with a guy before," I blush at how adolescent I sound.
He chuckles, "you'll be living with me, so everything will be fine," he says.
He puts the car in gear and drives off. Almost 30 minutes later, we get to his house.
It's a very big house with sort of old white sliding. The front hard is plain with bright green grass. Everything looks so normal.
He parks the car in the garage and we get out. The air smells...different. It sort of smells like...I don't know. It just smells weird, not bad weird, a good weird.
"Come on, I'll take the heavy stuff inside," he says with a smirk.
I nod and take my clothes into the house. I've been in his house, so I'm not completely clueless about every room.
I set the clothes in front of the bed and skip downstairs. I see Nik putting the last box down in front of the stairs.
"How did you bring all the boxes in the house in less than two minutes," I ask, jumping off the last step.
He shrugs and walks over to me, stopping until we're chest to chest.
"Wanna go upstairs," he asks with a smirk.
I giggle, "no, I just got here and you already want to jump my bones, we should put everything away first," I say, putting a hand on his chest.
"Fine," he grumbles, but pecks my lips.
We start putting my stuff away, my stuff with his stuff. At one point, I almost fell down the stairs when he was across the room, but he caught me before I could even drop the box. I should be used to him doing this all the time but it still amazes me. He has always been thee faster then the drop of a pin.
He tells me to be more careful and kisses my cheek lovingly.
I finish putting away my clothes in the second closet he happened to have and my bathroom stuff is in his bathroom and run to his office where he said he'd be.
I open the door and see him on the phone yelling at someone. He looks at me and calls down a little.
"I'll see you later," he says and hangs up.
"What's going on," I ask and cross the room to sit on his desk.
"Just some business I have with a friend," he says and sits in the chair.
"Well, you and your friend don't seem to be friends anymore," I say.
He chuckles, "come on, I ordered Chinese food about five minutes ago," he helps me off the desk and takes me downstairs to the living room.
He sits on the couch and I sit in his lap. I wrap an arm around his neck and put a hand on his chest. I rest my head on his shoulder and trace patterns on his shirt.
He kisses my cheek and I giggle, then he moves down to my jaw and I giggle some more.
"Why do you pester me," I ask with a smile.
"I love your smile, that's why," he says and kisses my neck making me laugh out loud.
The doorbell rings but he keeps kissing me.
"Nik, the door," I push him away.
He groans and gets up.
I stay on the couch and watch him walk away. He returns with a white bag that has red Chinese letters on it.
I jump up and he sets the food on the coffee table. He gets the liquor from the small table behind the couch and pours us both a glass.
I take the box of Kung pow chicken and the chopsticks. I hold the chopsticks like Nik taught me last time and try to pick up a piece of chicken, but I fail, about 20 times.
I sigh heavily and put the box down.
Nik chuckles, "you're never going I get it," he says.
He picks up the box and uses his chopsticks to pick up a piece of chicken effortlessly. I open my mouth and he feeds me.
I giggle, keeping my mouth closed of course.
I pick up a fork and start eating and drinking whatever kind of liquor this is. When we finish I get up to throw the stuff away, but Nik holds me down.
"We can clean it later," he whispers in my ear and a shiver runs down my spine.
He kisses my neck and several more shivers run down my spine. He lays me on my back and starts to work up to my jaw then my lips.
I can taste the liquor on his tongue along with the shrimp fried rice, there is also something that taste a little metallic. My eyes flutter closed and I wrap my arms around his neck and snake my fingers through his hair. He puts my legs around his waist and depend the kiss even further.
He disconnects our lips and starts kissing down my neck.
I moan out his name and he closes the little space we have between us.
The rest of the night is just so amazing and...hot I can't even move when we're finished. I just cuddle up into his chest on the couch and enjoy the feel of him.
"Have I told you how much I love you," he says, playing with my hair.
"Yes you have, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again," I smile.
"More than the moon and the stars," he whispers in my ear.
I giggle and plant a small kiss on his chest.
We just lay there, him playing in my hair and me occasionally kissing his chest. But I start to get tired and my lids close.
The last thing I hear is "no one will ever know."
