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Monday evening, Lucy agreed to come stay over at my place again. I just couldn't stop thinking about her; I was elated when she happily obliged my request to come home with me after work. We still hadn't quite worked out the terms of our living arrangement, and I didn't want to pressure her in any way, so we decided to take it slow, figuring things out one day at a time.
I still can't believe she said yes. She's actually going to move in with me. I knew it was fast. I knew it was crazy. I didn't care.
These past few days, just thinking of her in my bed, how fucking beautiful she looked, the way she looked at me, the way she tasted... I felt myself getting aroused at the memory. I would prefer to never fall asleep without her beside me again.
After the store had closed for the day at six o'clock in the evening, Lucy went back to her parents' house to grab a few things, and I set off for home, agreeing to meet her there. I figured that would give me more than enough time to set things up for her arrival. I sped back to my place and made it there faster than I think I ever have before. I couldn't be sure what exactly our night would entail or where it might take us, but I wanted it to be absolutely perfect. She deserves nothing less.
My mind was flooded with ideas of what I'd like to do to her as I made my way up the stairs to my apartment—desires I hadn't allowed myself to explore until now; desires she made me feel unashamed and unafraid to express, even after such a short period of time spent together.
