"I love to taste you, but I hate kissing you" Chris admitted, his words cut me deeper than one thousand knives. He refuses to love me, but loves to touch me.
"Truth or dare Chris?" I ask in between sloppy kisses, loving the way that his hands roamed...
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"Damn, you have so much shit!" Georgia's voice is ringing in my ears after complaining about the amount of things I have, for the last 3 hours.
It had been a month since the wedding, and Chris and I we're finally moving in together! It sounds kind of crazy but I'm so excited to be not stuck in my brothers basement anymore. It was a turning point in both of our lives and I couldn't be any more happy than I was right now.
"We have two boxes left, Come on!" I laugh at her ridiculous attitude towards bringing some boxes in. She never failed to make me laugh, that's for sure.
"It's a lot harder than it looks" She mumbles, with a quick glare to the ground. I could tell that something was off with Georgia and I wanted to know what it was.
"What?" I ask, slightly concerned but also with mild humor.
"Nothing, everything is perfect!" She puts her head high again, as if I never said anything. Now I really was concerned, but she clearly didn't want to talk about it.
Chris was attempting to put our things away and make sure that the movers were doing a good job, and making sure that the movers set the furniture into the correct places. He took care of everything, and while I felt guilty I also felt incredibly grateful.
It's unbelievable how we have a home, it seems kind of ridiculous considering he can't even say that he loves me, but his gesture counts and I know he wanted to show me that he cares.
It took a few moments to finish unpacking, and unloading the trucks, but after the several hours.. we were finally finished and standing in front of loads of boxes, not knowing what to do with them.
"What now?" He turns his head towards me, looking to me for the next step.
I shrug, hoping he would've known what to do, "I figured you'd have an answer to that question" I chuckle, not knowing which way to go about this.
"No idea" He sighs, not knowing which room to put together first. Surely it would take a few days to sift through everything but Chris was on a mission to get this done quickly.
"George.. what now?" We both turn to her considering her and Jon had to do the moving process multiple times.
"Well, Start with the big things! Moving your furniture to the spots that fit right to you, then go to the little things. I know it's a lot, especially with the amount of clothes you have!" She cocks her head to me and laughs.
"I guess that's a good first step" Chris chimes in, as if he wasn't as clueless as I was five seconds before.
"Let's get on it, then" I smile, and we all begin unboxing and unpacking while also moving things around to look homely, and sweet.
