9 in the morning
The bed dips as you get off. You are about to go
"Babe," I grab your attention.
"You have 10 seconds. I overslept," you say quickly as you strip out of your sleeping clothes.
"Would you like to move in with me?" I say so fast I have to take a much-needed breath after. My question is a reflex. Am I even ready for this?
The smile on your face warms my heart before you say, "Wings and fries every Thursday night."
YOU ARE READING
To you ✔
Short Story*[COMPLETE]* To you who stole my heart Everyone has a story to tell. That's an understatement. Everyone has STORIES to tell. Let me tell you mine.
