Give Me A Chance

Part 22

"This is the last box." Lindsey said, putting it down, as he then straightened up and groaned slightly, his back starting to ache. 

For the better part of the day, Lindsey was helping Stevie move into his apartment. They decided this was the best option for them at the moment. Stevie was renting her place and Lindsey owned his, besides it was bigger and better located, therefore it only seemed logical. 

"Your place will be cluttered with my stuff!" Stevie laughed, looking around at all the unpacking she still had left to do. 

"First of all, our place." He corrected. "Second of all, I don't mind."

"You say that now." Stevie joked, opening another box. She smiled, seeing her beautiful crystal angels. "Where can I put these?" She showed them to Lindsey, who gave her a look.

"Babe, I just told you - this is our place. You live here too now, so you can place those and everything else wherever you wish to."

"You're so good to me." Stevie said, putting the angels down. "You respect me and that's one of the reasons I love you."

"And what are the other ones?" Lindsey asked, smirking, as he moved closer to Stevie to help her unpack. 

Scoffing, she glanced at him. "What, you want me to present you the whole list?"

"That would be nice." Lindsey nodded, looking at her, grinning like an idiot. 

"Well, I don't know." Stevie shrugged. "Now that I think about it, besides you being pretty hot... the list would end after the respect." Lindsey's jaw dropped, causing her to giggle. "You shouldn't have asked, truth hurts."

"It's a shame I can't break up with you now. It would be rude to ask you to leave, considering you've literally just moved in." 

Stevie glared at him, unable to keep the serious expression on her face for too long. "You wouldn't break up with me if I was begging you to."

"Absolutely." Lindsey agreed, without having to think about it. "You're stuck with me, Nicks."

"We'll see which one of us is stuck with whom." She murmured to herself, smirking, avoiding his eyes. 

"What was that?"

"Nothing." She smiled, looking at him innocently. "Nothing at all."

It was already dark, when all of the boxes brought over from Stevie's apartment were empty. She wanted to sort everything out and be done with it. Lindsey didn't mind helping her. They talked about various things the whole time, sharing stories of their past, joking, then getting serious for a minute, before laughing together again. She didn't have this with Tom. She was used to doing everything by herself and she had spent years like that, which was why she still sometimes wondered if Lindsey was really himself with her. Maybe he was just pretending, putting on an act to impress her. She would quickly dismiss those thoughts, telling herself that it had already been months and Lindsey was still his loving and caring self. 

"I need a shower." Stevie groaned, hating the feeling of being sweaty. 

"I could wash your back..." Lindsey kindly offered, receiving a pointed look. "No, really."

"And that's all you could do for me, huh?" Raising an eyebrow, Stevie asked, hands on her hips.

"Well, of course. Why do you ask? Do you suggest I have some other intentions?" He played along. "Besides, we'll save water."

Laughing, Stevie shook her head at him. "You're such an idiot. Good thing you're adorable."

Lindsey followed Stevie to the bathroom, where she began undressing and it made him oddly proud of himself. When they first met, she was overly self-conscious. She would blush at every compliment, she would shyly look away, when he would admire her body and by no means would she have taken off her clothes in front of him without reassurance from him that she was beautiful and that he loved every inch of her.