Chapter 35

                                    

                                          
Your POV
                          
I have never been so excited to see mountains of boxes in my life. Mark and I have been packing everything in my apartment up for the last 2 days. I contacted my landlord to give notice that I was moving out. Lucky for me, my lease is month to month so I have until the first of next month to vacate the apartment. That gives me just over 2 weeks to move everything out. Plus, I have a very handsome helping hand here to aid with the heavier things. As I am packing up my extra blankets I can't help but get distracted by said helper wiping sweat from his brow with the bottom of his shirt.
                          
"Getting ideas little miss?" Mark chuckled, catching me getting distracted.
                          
"Huh? What? You say something?" I look up at his face in a daze. He gives me a suggestive smirk; I just scoff and get back to work smiling. Before I know it, Mark grabs my waist and slides his hands across my stomach pulling me into an embrace.
                          
"I love you so much, you know that?" He whispers in my ear and kisses my neck.
                          
"I know, and I love you too" I smile, leaning against him a bit. He starts swaying and humming, it causes me to giggle. He spins me around to face him, still swaying.
                          
"So tonight? Your place or mine?" he wiggles his brow
                          
"Why don't we figure that out after you finish packing my..." I look at the stack of clothes he was packing next to the sofa "intimates? Really?"
                          
"Yeah... I'm picking my favorites" he jokes " I'm just kidding they're all that's left I finished all your other clothes" I kiss his nose, he is something else this man.
                          
"Stop goofing around. We'll have loads of time once I am all moved into your place."
                          
"My place?" he gives me a weird look.
                          
"Yeah, the house... I'm not sure what I should call it."
                          
"Well you could call it our place"
                          
"Right..." I smile and he kisses my forehead. We separate and continue packing. In the back of the closet, I see my old keyboard and contemplate keeping it.
                          
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"MOVE IN DAY!" I shout to myself as I drove my father's pick up truck to the new house. The bed was full of my many boxes. Mark is at the house with my brother Brandon unloading my car. It's incredible to think that all my things are in boxes. My landlord and I made a deal that she kept a majority of my furniture for a small fee. I kept one of the sofas though. When I pull up to the house Brandon and Mark are standing out front seemingly talking and shaking hands. It looked like they made a deal this morning too. I brush it off and hop out of dad's truck
                          
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Unpacking the truck was quick with the three of us working. Brandon took off shortly after we finished and had some lunch. Now Mark and I are unpacking the boxes in the house. Earlier this week we put the dresser from my apartment in Mark's huge closet, so now I am filling it with the clothes it contained before. I also hung some clothes along the walls. It felt so surreal to think I'm living with Mark.
                          
I come downstairs to find Mark laying on the floor with Chica next to him.
                          
"Awe did unpacking kill you?" I ask with a giggle. As I look around I notice he had done a number on the boxes around him.
                          
"Yes, go on without me" he cries out dramatically.
                          
"Okay," I shrug and walked to the kitchen.
                          
"Hey!" he leaped up and chased after me. "You're supposed to save me"
                          
"Nah it's okay." he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me in the air until I said next time I would save him.
                          
After a while, everything was put away and we could finally relax. I was lying on the couch while Mark put the recycling outside. He came back in and sat on the floor next to the couch.
                          
"Finally no more boxes" I sigh
                          
"Actually there is one more box..." he says nervously reaching into his back pocket.