Closer: Tyler, The Creator

37. Roam

"Why you being so quiet for?"

Tyler got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his torso.

I didn't say anything, I was tired. I had mixed feelings about everything.

"You haven't said shit since we got home." He picked out some boxers from the drawer in front of the bed.

"I'm just tired." I gripped on to the pillow as my head lay on it.

"Nadine I'm not stupid."

"Then figure it out."

"She called me twice about an hour ago. I blocked her number."

I shifted on the bed.

"Danielle?"

"Mm."

"Told you she still wanted you."

I felt the weight on the bed shift as he got on it.

"...You still mad?"

"She just has...everything. She's gorgeous, rich, successful. Why do you even like me so much?" I turned to look at him. I was genuinely interested in why he was so into me.

No one had ever been this intrigued with me; but granted, Tyler forced his way into my life. I was always a closed book until he came around.

I felt his arms grip my waist underneath the covers as he pulled me into him.

I still had my back to him.

"I just had to have you."

I smiled to myself, feeling the warmth of his body.

"Move in with me."

I felt my stomach drop.

I turned to look at him.

"What?" I laughed lightly.

"I want you to move in."

"You don't think we're moving too fast? I mean, my mom and all the—,"

His lips pressed into mine, immediately calming my nerves.

"Don't overthink it."

"That's the problem. You don't think shit over and then you get yourself in situations."

He bit his lip.

"It always works out," he looked around the room. "Don't it?"

I rolled my eyes lightly. He was right.
I traced his chest with my finger.

"So when am I moving in?"

His hands gripped my hips as he moved me on top of him. I watched his hands run up my thighs.

"Tomorrow."

I laughed.

"You want me here that bad?"

"You don't even fucking know."

I kissed him.