***Writer’s Note: This a direct continuation to ‘I Hate-Fucked My Ex After Helping Her Move’ and I believe it is best enjoyed if the first piece has been read recently. Enjoy!***
“What’s this?” I ask.
She sits up on her knees, looking down at me, a devilish smile on her face.
“That’s your key.”
I lift myself up on my elbows, grabbing the envelope as it slips down my side. “Are you serious? You want me to move in with you?”
“Well…I mean…” She searches for the right words, “Not today or anything. Some day, yeah, maybe. It just feels right to me, you know?”
I flick the envelope with my fingers a few times. “I don’t know.”
She looks away from me and starts to rub her elbow. “I get it. It’s kind of a lot.”
“I’m not saying no.” She stops rubbing. A small smile comes back to her face.
“You just need to think about it. That’s fair. I get it.”
“Yeah.” I say it gently. Her eyes light up when I say it. She leans down and kisses me, rubbing her nose across mine when she pulls back.