8. Im lucky that youre mine

8

I'm lucky that you're mine

Drake

I t’s only been a week since Anita first brought me into her bath. But it feels like I’ve known her forever. We fit so well together. She’s the one. My best friend. The love of my life.

We’re in the bath, where we end up most nights. She’s leaning back against my chest while I run my fingers through her hair and she tells me about the job interview she had today.

“I’m really hopeful about this one,” she says.

I kiss her forehead and continue combing her hair with my fingers. “Any luck on finding a roommate?”

I try to keep my voice even, but it wavers a little at the end. I’ve contemplated suggesting I move in with her a hundred times, but haven’t been able to work up the courage, certain she’d spook. People don’t move in with each other after a week.

She’s very quiet as she turns around and straddles my hips.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.” She bites her nails in the way she does when she’s nervous or overthinking. I pull her hand from her mouth, massaging it, but my heart is beating twice as fast as it was before her words. I tell myself she’s not going to suggest what I hope, but my pulse doesn’t listen.

“Um…” She sucks in a breath. “Would you want to… maybe you could… move in with me?”

I stare at her, slack-jawed. Unable to express the elated feeling swirling in my chest.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” She looks down at the fading bubbles and our entwined hands. “I know it’s too soon.”

“Who fucking cares if it’s too soon,” I say, loud enough to startle her. “Yes, I’ll move in with you. Abso-fucking-lutely! I’ve wanted to ask, but didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I wrap her in my arms. “You’re braver than I am, little bubble. So brave. I’m proud of you for saying what you want. And you didn’t even ask me to turn into a duckie before you did it.” I tickle her side and she squeals.

Sometimes, when she’s struggling to get words out or I can tell she’s not telling me everything, I shift to make it easier for her. She knows it’s still me, but it helps her. This time, she just asked me right away, and I’m so fucking proud of her.

She blushes and plays idly with the hair on my chest.

“Can I move in tomorrow?” I ask, eager to leave my cousin’s place and be with Anita every night and every morning, to share a space with her and make a home .

She smiles her widest, most genuine smile. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

After a quick kiss, I say, “Get on your knees and lean over the edge of the tub.”

She tilts her head, giving me a curious look, but does as I ask. Kneeling in the deep tub, she presses her hands into the hard bathroom tile, belly dropped over the ledge, and ass beautifully lifted for me. I bite her butt cheek, then pull the drain. My legs frame hers as I take hold of her hips with a tender grip. Lining us up, I slide home and fuck her right there in the tub where our relationship began.

I tug an orgasm from her within minutes and follow her right over the edge. It’s quick and dirty, even though we’re both squeaky clean.

Afterwards, I pull her into my lap, cock still warm inside her, and turn the water back on. As the tub fills up, I kiss her neck and whisper, “I love you, my sweet little bubble. I’m so grateful that you found me.”

She wiggles just enough to wake my cock back up, so with lazy thrusts I fuck up into her as the water rises against our legs.

She twists her head so she can kiss my chin. “I love you too, Duckie.”