It was nerve-wracking leaving home, and god, the new apartment we leased was small when I walked in with Tuck pressed to my chest. Aston seemed proud to show off the empty space, opening up the curtains to every room, letting the natural light inside so I could see the monstrosity in all its horrible glory.
“We have a lot of work to do,” I told him, frowning at the derelict walls.
“You can turn this into a home,” he replied, squeezing my ass as he stopped to stand next to me.
“It’s bearable as long as we have each other, I guess.”
“Don’t sound so excited.”
“I am.”
He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my neck. “One day I’m going to buy you a castle. I’m going to make you my queen and fuck you on every marble surface of our abode.”
I cringed. “You know, for a second there, I thought you were on to something.”
“You’ll be on to something hard in a minute.”
I laughed as he removed Tuck from my hands and set him on the floor. Then he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he placed me on the tiny kitchen counter five feet away. Yeah, it was seriously five feet away. Our place was a shoebox, but it was the first building block to our empire.
Aston kissed me, running his hands up my short shorts and around the curve of my ass. “We’re going to make it,” he told me. “It’s going to be hard. I’ll probably shut down when I’m locked inside my head, but you’ll bring me back again. I know it.”
I nodded, kissing him lightly on the mouth. “And I might freak out and scream at you. I might lose my shit and act like a baby who’s starved of attention, but you’ll bring me back again too, right?”
He looked at me with his disarming green eyes and nodded solemnly. “I’ll do anything for you, Elise. I promise.”
We kissed me and he slipped my shorts down my legs. I complained about Tuck bearing witness to our sinful ways, so Aston picked me up and took me to the bedroom.
The first leg of our journey was done.
The end