Her Inked Heart

Chapter 9

"Good morning," Clara says, Adam waking up in his bed, seeing Clara, her hair flowing down. The sunlight was peering in through Adam's blinds, and Adam could smell coffee from the kitchen. He knew Clara woke up early and must've made a pot, which was surprising to him, "Breakfast is ready for you."

"I'm looking at it right now," Adam says, pulling Clara close to him, Clara exclaiming in excitement. Adam's voice was groggy, a normal morning voice, but Clara didn't care, "Now, can you tell me, what in God's name was that last night?"

"I, uh," Clara begins to say, "I don't know, I figured you went home after I fell asleep last night, but instead, you were still there. Something in me said that you were the one for me, and I, uh, I thought that it was a right time in our relationship to, you know, be intimate."

Adam brushed Clara's hair out of her face, her lying underneath him. Adam could look at every part of her face, and all he saw was her smile. He's fallen in love with her smile, and nothing could change his views on her. Clara wraps her left hand around Adam's right arm, his arm staying near her face.

"Do you want to move in?" Adam asks, Clara surprised by that question. She took a deep breath, before sitting up, Adam sitting across from her, "Was... was I too forward?"

"No, it, it," Clara studders, "It's fine, I just didn't expect that kind of question."

"Well, we're always at each other's places, so I figured that it's a good time for one of us to move in together," Adam says, "We've been together for almost three months, your family's practically calling me one of them now, and we have a very strong connection."

"Lauren and my lease is up at the end of May," Clara says, "Are you fine waiting until then?"

Adam smiles, gently kissing Clara once more. They didn't have to say anything to each other, but the knew exactly what they were feeling. Adam knew that Clara was accepting his proposal for her to move in, and Clara knew that Adam knew she was accepting.

"Come on, big guy," Clara says, getting off the bed, "Your breakfast will get cold if you don't get up."

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Walking into the shop, Clara could see that everyone was waiting for her to come in. The apprentice was walking into the back room of the shop, a faint noise was coming from one of the actual rooms, and David was sitting at the front desk, wearing a black tank top and blue jeans, his go-to look for the day. Clara felt like dressing up, wearing a light blue halter top, black shorts, fishnet tights, and black boots to match.

"Good morning, Princess," David says, looking up from the computer, "How was yesterday?"

"Surprisingly," Clara says, before pausing for a minute, remembering the night before. The way Adam looked with little light peering into the room, the way he stared at her, the way he kissed her. Clara had to take a deep breath, feeling the night was perfect for her, "It was a lot better than I thought it would be."

"That's good," David says, Clara walking towards the back room, placing her purse on a small shelf, the area she places her belongings. John and Michael were standing there, talking to each other, going silent the moment Clara walked in.

"You know, I'm not the plague, the two of you can talk," Clara says, crossing her arms, shifting her weight to her right leg, "I'm feeling a lot better today, so you two don't have to act like I'm behaving like I did yesterday."

John and Michael look at each other, shocked about how vocal Clara was. Clara stood there, almost in a modeling pose, staring at them, before she slowly begins to smile. She was messing with them, and they were terrified they hurt her feelings.