It was finished. I was officially moved into William's house.
With a tired sigh, I plopped onto the leather couch in our now shared living room, relaxing into the throw pillows. William came over to me and handed need a bottle of water, sitting down next to me and lifting my legs, setting them on his lap, and rubbing my calves gently. His head was bobbing lightly to the music playing over the speakers around the house.
"Well, how do you feel?" He asks. I look over at him and smile.
He was shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, his chest was a bit damp with sweat, and his brown hair sticking to his forehead. I was wearing a pair of leggings and a Cambridge hoodie, my fuzzy socks keeping my feet warm.
"I feel great, just tired. We did a lot today." I tell him, reaching out and
