Mark Me

The Moving too Fast: 14

        

         We were able to finish our dinner peaceful. Tyler's touch wasn't there, but his eyes always traveled. I was in need of him. In need of his touch, not his eyes, though it still satisfied a little of me. After a hug to my mother and a kiss on the cheek, Tyler gripped my father's hand, firmly, "well sir, thank you for the meal, I hope in the future there will be more." My father's smile widened, I swear he likes Tyler more than me sometimes...

         Reaching the door, he grabs my coat and ushers me outside. With a hard tug to the door handle, it is shut. Grabbing my hand he pulls me into a huge hug. This hug is not aggressive or rough but a gentle, sweet. His hold on me tightened as if I began to pull away, though I wasn't.

 

           "Tyler.. what's going on?" The King Kong grip around my waste loosened and he frowned.

            "Can you just come tonight? I don't want to sleep without you..." his boyish grin spread when I shook my head 'yes'... the truth is, I didn't want to sleep without him either. He was perfect, how could I deny him next to me?

"Good, because the movers already moved you in!" He swiftly kissed me and lead me to his car. Wow. He is way to confident.

        "And what if I would have said no?" I challenged with a giggle. He stopped to look at me.

        "I would have loved to have forced you to come, but you said yes, so now we don't have to worry!" He smiled and pulled me towards his car.

           The ride wasn't long, his town house wasn't far, but he was quiet. A smile planted on his face the whole way, he was so beautiful. Handsomely enough, he would turn to me for a quick glance before looking back at the road. This will be the easiest move I will have to make. Tyler's "pack" already did all the dirty work, all I had to do was look for it when I reached 'our' house. I love saying that! The pure pleasure of being with him. Living with him, with his secret is going to be difficult but he'll be worth it.

          My mind raced as I played my thoughts over and over again, in my head. I was moving in with a man I have known for two days and I was loving it. Who have I turned into? The insecure fat girl, turned confident and in love... In hopes that my heart doesn't fail me, I noticed our ride sliding into a halted stop.

          We were here. We were home. I have finally done it, found love. I just hope I'm not jumping on any sort of roller-coaster. Turning to face my beautiful man, I took part in a silent pray, begging God not to wake me up from the most amazing dream ever.

          Reaching the doorstep to our home, Tyler opened the door, and brought me over the threshold. Please, God, let this be real. He placed my fatass down and planted a sure kiss on my wanting lips.

         "Your stuff is in my room, go shower and meet me in bed," he winked and was gone.

         Damn it. I don't think my stuff is the only thing that will be moving too fast today. Panic.