No More Secrets (Book 2)

1. Moving Day

From the moment Dylan and I started dating, my life has been interesting, to say the least. Especially ever since I found out about the whole ghost thing a year and a half ago. But it didn't matter to me that my boyfriend - fiance - could talk to the dead. That just gave me one more quality to love about him.

"Is this ready to go?" Dylan asked, pointing to a box on the floor labeled 'misc' in Dylan's messy handwriting. He had a roll of packing tape in his hand, ready to seal it up.

I nodded. "I can take that babe, just tape it up and I'll grab it."

He quickly shut the box and sealed it. Then, before I could react, he had picked up the box. I went to take it from him, but he moved out of my way with a scoff.

"I've been fine on the stairs all day, Trav. I can handle one box."

I didn't say anything, watching him walk out into the hallway. He was right: he could handle it. I knew that. But with that leg of his, I always worry. And he's been going up and down that staircase so many times today. I just didn't want him to hurt himself.

I looked around my empty bedroom. The only thing left was the bed, but that was staying. Dylan and I finally found a place together - a simple first floor apartment on the other side of town - but it was going to be ours. I couldn't be happier.

"Can you just shut up!" Dylan exclaimed from the hallway. 

I hurried after him, not sure who he was talking to. It couldn't have been my dad or stepmom. They were outside loaded up my truck for us. But when I found Dylan alone, at the top of the stairs, I knew it was a ghost.

"Hi, Jenny," I said with a smile. I reached for the box, but Dylan moved out of my way. 

"It's not her," he muttered. "And I'm fine. Really."

"Okay," I said. "Lead the way."

He turned and was just about to take the first step when he jumped. He let out a startled gasp and his foot slipped. I wasn't fast enough to grab onto him before he fell, sliding down the stairs with the box tumbling down besides him.

I ran down the stairs, kneeling down next to him as he lay on the floor at the bottom. His hands were covering his face. "Oh my god. Babe? Dyl? You okay?"

Dylan let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "You were right," he whispered, peaking up at me through his fingers. "Maybe you should have taken the box."

I took his hands off his face so that I could look him in the eyes. "Can you stand?"

He sighed, but sat up. "I'm fine, Trav. A little sore, very definitely embarrassed, but fine. I promise."

I helped him up, keeping my hands on his waist once he was standing. "This is why I worry. I don't want you-"

"Losing any more body parts?"

I shook my head. "I was going to say hurt, but that too." I stepped back from him to grab the box. "Keep losing parts and there'll be nothing left for me to marry."

"Ha, ha." He nudged my arm. "Let's just get this stuff into the car. I want to live with you so badly already. We've wasted enough time."

I smiled, leaning over to give him a quick kiss. "Soon, babe. So very soon."

His stuff was already in our apartment. We had gotten it all this morning. All we had left was to move my stuff in and then we'd officially live together. 

"Is that the last of it?" my stepmom, Stacy, asked, standing in the doorway. 

I nodded. "Please tell me there's room in the car for it."

Dylan laughed. "I don't know, Trav... You do have a whole lot of shit."

"Hey, I'm furnishing just about all of our place, don't forget. So my shit is now your shit."

Dylan rolled his eyes. "Lovely."

"Come on," I said, stepping around Stacy and out of the house. "Still gotta unload the car once we get there and it's already getting late." That wasn't exactly true, but I wanted to have enough time this afternoon to have Dylan all to myself. That hasn't happened in a while.

On the drive over to our new apartment, Dylan seemed distracted. He barely seemed to hear me anytime I spoke. I wanted to ask him if Jenny was here and talking his ear off again, but held my tongue. If he wanted to tell me that she was here, then he would.

It didn't take too long to unload the car. Moving things into a first-floor apartment was easier than taking things out of a second-floor bedroom, and not just for Dylan. 

Finally, we were moved in. We didn't exactly feel like unpacking just yet, though. We had started going through a few boxes, but for some reason, me taking my shirt off because I got too hot seemed to be a distraction for Dylan. He kept "accidentally" touching me until I finally said something about it.

"Hey, it's not my fault you're attractive," he said defensively. Then he turned around and shot a glare across our kitchen, his fists clenched at his side. When he turned back to look at me, it was like nothing had happened. "You know," he went on, smiling. "We have our own bedroom now. I think we should test it out a bit."

I laughed, eyeing the corner carefully. Someone was there. I hated knowing but being unable to see them. It was the only downside to Dylan's ghost-seeing ability. I tried to push the thought out of my mind. It was probably Jenny like normal and, unfortunately, she's popped in on having sex more times than I'd ever expect. I'd almost gotten used to it.

"Okay, Mr. Eager Pants," I said, bringing my gaze back to him. "I guess we can wait to take care of the rest of this."

He threw his arms around me and slammed his lips against mine. I put my hand on the counter behind me to keep us standing, my other hand landing on his waist. "God, I love you," he muttered against my lips.

I placed both my hands on his ass and lifted him up. I never planned on letting him go.

A/N: Hello! Welcome to No More Secrets! If you haven't read Keeping Secrets yet, I definitely recommend doing so. You'll be missing details here if you haven't read the first book. 

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