Sometimes home
Can be
Another person
"Alex, do you have all the boxes?" I ask when I look around at the dozens of boxes stacked around me. "Yeah, this was the last one," he says as he puts the box on the floor and walks up to me. I turn around to take another good look at the apartment. Two big hands grab me from behind and pull me closer to him. ‘The furniture will be delivered this afternoon' he whispers in my ear as he starts to put kisses in my neck. I laugh when I think back to our Ikea shopping day.
I only just get out of the car when Alex, like a little child, starts pulling my arm so I can walk a little faster. In the store itself, he was in heaven. He threw every item that was for sale into the cart and I had to put it back behind his back. When I got to the beds, I wanted to
