The door slammed again, and I heard Taylor climbing the stairs. “We got everything, and I paid Stephan. If we ever move again, I’m giving him a call. He actually made moving vaguely bearable for once.” I heard him chuckle, and I assumed he was at the bedroom door. I wasn’t going to open my eyes to check though. Now that I’d made the mistake of lying down, I didn’t think I’d ever move again. “Are you comfortable there?”
“Very. I don’t think I can move.”
The bed dipped, and I opened one eye enough to see Taylor flopping down next to me before I felt his arm wrapping around my waist. “If you’re not moving, I’m not moving. The unpacking can wait until tomorrow.”
“We might need to get a couple of plates out for food.”
“Nope, we’re getting pizza. We’ll eat out of the box. No cleanup required,” Taylor said into my chest. “Thank fuck this place came furnished. I think I’d have died if we’d had to get a bed up those stairs.”
“Agreed.” I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him close against me. It still surprised me sometimes that Taylor was mine. I found myself having little moments where I looked at him and was overwhelmed with a rush of love and amazement, because how was someone as incredible as him in love with me? I asked him sometimes, and every time I did, Taylor never failed to remind me how much he loved me. Usually by pushing me down on the bed and taking me apart with his tongue, fingers, toys, and cock until I was a sweaty, sticky mess while he whispered words of praise over and over in my ear. Sometimes he made me repeat his words out loud until he was satisfied I believed them.
“Are we going to stay here all afternoon?” I asked. “Because if we are, I might take my jeans off. They’re digging into my hips.”
“Are you asking if I want to turn down an opportunity to see you half-naked? Because you know the answer.”
I chuckled, releasing Taylor from my arms. He sat up beside me, watching me with heat in his eyes as I reached for the button on my jeans. A little sigh escaped me as I threw them onto the floor. That was so much more comfortable. I noticed Taylor doing the same, and I wetted my lips at the sight of his perfect thighs.
“You know,” Taylor said, a devious smile on his lips, the kind of smile that always led to something fun, “I think we should celebrate this evening. After all, it’s been a year, and we’ve moved in together.”
“What were you thinking?”
“Do you really want me to tell you?” I looked at him, considering. Sometimes I liked it when Taylor told me exactly what he wanted to do to me. It made the anticipation all the sweeter. But I also loved it when he surprised me.
“No… I want you to surprise me.”
Taylor grinned, leaning down to capture my lips in a deep, heated kiss. “Good.”
“Does that mean I don’t get a nap?” I asked, a half-smile playing on my lips. I felt my cock chubbing in my boxers at the idea of Taylor playing with me, but the rest of me was too tired to care.
“Oh, we’re definitely napping first.” Taylor flopped down next to me again. “You’re going to need your energy.” He rolled over, and I wrapped myself around him, not caring that we were laying on an unmade bed. We had a couple of pillows. That would do for now. My mind turned towards what Taylor might have planned, but I didn’t get far before sleep pulled me under.
When I woke, I was alone.
I patted the bed next to me, still half-asleep, searching for Taylor’s warmth. I loved being spooned by him while I slept, but my body was starting to register that if Taylor was awake and up, then I should be too. I had no idea how long I’d napped for. My brain was in that weird fuzzy state where it wasn’t fully online, and as I sat up and stretched, I heard a little chuckle from somewhere beyond the bed.
“You’re so fucking cute when you wake up.” Taylor sounded much more awake than I did, so I assumed he’d been up for a while. I opened my eyes to see him leaning against the door, wearing one of my hoodies that he’d stolen a couple of months ago, and his boxers. His hair was tousled from sleep. He looked so bloody adorable that I just wanted to pull him into my arms and kiss him senseless.
“Thanks?”
“You’re welcome! So, while you were napping, I set up the TV so we can watch Netflix, and I ordered us pizza.”
“You didn’t need to do that. I could’ve helped.” A little wave of guilt arose, but Taylor must have seen it on my face because he looked at me sternly.
“You did most of the lifting today, and you were tired. Besides, I’m not completely incapable of plugging in a TV.”
“I’m sorry. Thanks for doing that. I love you.”
“I love you too.” His expression turned wicked. I knew that look far too well. “All I need to do now is make sure you’re ready. I think we’ve got about twenty minutes before the pizza arrives. That should be plenty of time.”
I nodded, my heart racing. “Do you want me to get anything out? I know where my toys and panties are.” A small part of me wanted to blush at the fact that I’d packed them somewhere I could get to easily; the rest of me had no shame. I needed Taylor.
Taylor looked at me for a second, considering. “Panties, please. Do you know where those beautiful pink and
