Ever since I heard that you were buying the unit three units away from mine, I’ve been thinking nonstop about going over there and fucking your brains out. So when you asked me to come help you unpack, of course I agreed, donuts and coffees in hand at around 9am.
You greet me with a wide smile, your dark hair still slightly tousled from sleep. You open the door for me and I come inside, putting our breakfast on the kitchen counter.
I look around and notice piles of boxes, some opened, some not.
“Have you unpacked anything? Like, at all?” I teased.
“Yes, actually. My computer and my games.” You reply with a sense of pride in your small accomplishment.
I roll my eyes.
“Alright, what are we working on first?”
***
Several hours go by and you and I are standing and looking at the bedroom we had just finished setting up. A desk in the corner with your computer, and your king sized bed fully made with fresh sheets and a new comforter.
“Shit, let’s take a breather.” You say, plopping yourself down in your gaming chair.