I'm back! So, the sequel is going to be written in more of a one-shot style with each chapter showing a different stage of their lives. It will also have some flashback chapters. The point of view will change with each chapter as well. Hope you guys enjoy the first part! Don't forget to follow, favorite and review! :P
A New Year
January 2024 - Santana POV
Soft lips against my neck stir me from my deep slumber. My dreams are filled with a certain blonde as I'm pulled back to the real world, the reality of the lips on my neck coming back to me.
Brittany.
I still can't believe last night was real, like actual real life.
Hours before midnight…
"Fancy party, S," Quinn teases me.
"Shut up, Q. You know you love this more than I do." Quinn always comes to my annual New Year's Party I host on behalf of the label. I'm so lucky to have supportive friends like her. Normally, Sugar would be here as well, but they leave for their honeymoon tomorrow morning and decided to stay in.
"How you doin'?" She asks me, concern evident in her voice.
"I'm fine," I sigh. I don't want to get into this again. Not tonight. The night of Sugar's wedding, Quinn found me crying my eyes out in the bathroom. Being the best friend that she is, she didn't question anything, and just held me as I broke down, and helped me fix my makeup so I can try and enjoy what was left of the night.
I don't leave my apartment for days after, trying my best to escape the outside world, ignoring calls and texts from Quinn and Sugar. But life must go on. I put on my professional face and show up to work. I can't let this ruin everything I've worked so hard to build. And so, I do what I do best, immerse myself in my work.
I give in to Quinn's insistent need to talk and comfort me, even allowing her into my apartment. She lets me talk, cry, scream, all of it.
"Are you sure?" She asks me again.
"Yes. Just want to get through tonight, get this New Year started. Clean slate," I tell her.
"Have you heard from her?" She asks hesitantly.
I nod, "She sent me a text Christmas morning, but I didn't respond. I told you, Q. It can't happen, I can't sit around waiting for her," I say and walk away. I wish I could be home, tucked on the couch with a pint of Ben & Jerry's next to the fireplace. But no, instead I'm at my companies New Year's bash, one that I normally enjoy. Not this year.
I just don't have the patience this year. As the time for midnight gets closer and closer, I realize another year is gone, another year spent alone. Normally, it doesn't bother me. Normally, I don't buy into the cliché idea of having a special midnight kiss, but this year feels different.
"Hey, Q? I think I' m gonna sneak out of here. I'm not feeling too good," I tell her. It's not a complete lie, sure, physically I feel fine, but emotionally, well, that's a different story.
"Now? But it's so close to midnight! And it's kinda your party, you can't just leave?"
"I can. No one will be looking for me. There's a shit ton of people. I've made my rounds twice, plus everyone has a sufficient amount of alcohol in their systems by now," I tell her. "I know you're worried about me, but I just really want to go home. Enjoy your night with your husband. Don't worry about me," I say and give her a hug. I feel her sigh against me and nod in understanding.
"Call me tomorrow," she says, and I make my way out of the building. Crap, it's going to be a bitch trying to get home.
"Mmm," I hum in my sleepy state as her lips continue their soft assault on my neck, a light giggle escaping her.
"Wake up, sleepy head," I feel her hot breath against my ear as she whispers and will my eyes to open, to see the beauty that I know is so close to my face, still not fully able to believe that this is my reality. "There she is," she says lovingly before closing the small gap and enveloping my lips in hers for a sweet morning kiss.
"Morning," I say, my voice raspier than usual. "How'd you sleep?"
"Amazing," she simply states. One word, but the blissful look on her face says so much more and damn, she is the most gorgeous woman ever. Even in the morning, I swear I've never seen anything more beautiful than the woman in my arms. "You?" She asks as she leaves a gentle kiss against my jawline.
"Best sleep I've had in a long time," I tell her with the same amount of love that's exuding from her. I take in all the features of her face, her soft freckles that expand across her cheeks, the slight crinkle by her eyes that appears when she smiles, the kind of smile that she is displaying at this very moment, the kind of smile that makes my breath hitch.
"I love you, Santana," she says so honestly, so openly and it still takes my breath away. Three simple words. Three words I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing. Three words that makes me tuck my head in to her neck to try and hide the blush that takes over my cheeks.
She kisses the top of my head, her arms wrapping protectively around my small frame as I let out a small sigh, "We're really doing this, Britt?" I ask so quietly, I don't think she even heard me. But she does as she nudges my head so that I am again looking deep into her eyes, those piercing blue eyes that settles all my fears and doubts. The fear of this being a dream that I'll be woken up from, the fear of the one person I've ever loved, leaving.
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere. I meant everything I said last night. I'm in this, Santana. You have all of me." Her words are strong and assuring but I can't help but still feel scared. But I need to trust in her, in us, in our commitment to making this work. "How about we get some breakfast, I can make us something and then we can talk more."
Brittany delivers on all promises, and makes us a delicious breakfast, complete with the works; bacon, pancakes and eggs. We both eat our food in a comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other throughout.
"Thanks for breakfast, Britt. It was amazing," I tell her, still in awe that this woman who I've loved most of my adult life, is actually here, sitting in my kitchen, making me breakfast.
"You're welcome! I'm not the best in the kitchen, but I try," she says, a genuine smile plastered on her face as she moves toward me and leans against the counter, wrapping her arms around my waist as I take my spot between her legs. "You ready for tonight?"
My heart flutters at the mention of our plans and I don't even try to resist the urge to kiss her, as I lean in and connect our lips softly. "Mm," I hum against her. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."
After midnight…
I can't believe she's here, Brittany is here, and this whole thing feels like a cheesy moment out of a movie, with the fireworks and midnight kiss, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. We are still standing outside my door, not bothering to move or speak as we switch between kissing and looking lovingly into each other's eyes. "Britt," I say softly. "Should we go inside?"
"Oh yeah, forgot where we were for a second, honestly," she giggles so cutely. God, I am so in love with her.
I reluctantly pull out of her grasp and unlock my door. Suddenly, it's like the realization of the situation hits me. What happens next? Yeah, we both know how we feel, but does that make us girlfriends? Are we rushing into things? Maybe I'm just overthinking this, wouldn't be the first time.
"I like your place, San," she says as she moves around my apartment.
"Thanks," I reply as I stay glued in my spot awkwardly. She must notice if the furrow in her forehead is any indication.
"Hey, come here," she says softly and pats to the spot next to her on my couch. I shuffle myself toward her and take a seat. "What's wrong?" She asks as she takes my hand in hers, my eyes glued on the way our hands look clasped together, admiring the softness of her skin against mine, and the way my body relaxes at the simplest touch.
"I'm just in my own head, sorry," I mumble.
Her other hand comes up to cup my cheek as she wills my face up so that I'm looking into her eyes. "Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. I know this is a lot of stuff happening at once, trust me, I feel it too. It's overwhelming. But we don't have to worry about any of that tonight. I want to just enjoy this night, enjoy the New Year with you, now that I finally have you in my life again. Can we do that? All the other shit we'll deal with tomorrow."
"Yeah, okay. I can do that," I tell her.
"Good. We've both had a crazy day. How about we get some sleep," she suggests and now that the adrenaline has worn off from the craziness of the past few hours, I feel exhaustion take over me.
"That's a great idea," I tell her as I stand up from my spot on the couch and guide her toward my room. I hand her a shirt and some sweats to change in to and after we are both changed we get into my bed. It's strange that after all these years, sharing a bed with her isn't weird. We shuffle toward the middle facing each other, a look of contentment on both our faces. I lean in and connect our lips freely, not able to believe that I can do that now, whenever I want, for hopefully the rest of my life. The kiss heats up as I push my tongue past her slightly parted lips and start to massage it against hers. My hands move around her waist, pulling her body close, fuck I miss this. I slip my hand under the shirt that has slightly risen from our movements and finally feel the skin on her backside against my fingertips and I swear, the simple touch makes my whole body heat up.
"San," Brittany mumbles against my lips and I hum in response, continuing my path up and down her spine as I move my kisses against her jawline. "San," she says a little more firm.
"Yeah?" I ask in a daze as I reluctantly pull away from her just enough to look into those piercing blue eyes I love so much.
"We should slow down." My heart starts beating, but not in the same way that it was a second ago from arousal. This is panic. I'm panicking. Why doesn't she want to have sex with me? I thought after everything she said earlier- "Baby, look at me." The sudden term of endearment stops me from freaking out and my eyes look back into hers. "You're freaking out. Trust me, I want to do that with you, but I want to do this right. I know we kind of already skipped a few steps with the whole 'I love you's'. I want to take you on a proper date," she says and I feel myself start to calm. "So, will you go on a date with me, Santana Lopez? Preferably tomorrow night. I don't think I can wait that long to be with you," she says and I melt at her cuteness.
"Yes. I'll go on a date with you," I tell her. "God, I love you, Brittany Pierce."
"I love you, too," she says before kissing me. We continue to kiss until our eyes become heavy as we slowly drift off to sleep tangled in each other's arms, just like I always dreamed.
Brittany insists on going to Sugar's house to get ready since she still has a spare key, so that she can pick me up from my place like a proper date. I don't even try to argue with her as she kisses me goodbye and tells me to be ready by 8 o'clock. I take a look at myself in the mirror, happy with my outfit choice before touching up my makeup one last time when the doorbell rings. My heart flutters as I approach the door but nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of me when I finally open it. I unabashadley take in the woman in front of me, everything from the way her black jeans hug her perfect curves, to the way her soft curls fall framing her face. She is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I almost feel the need to pinch myself to believe this is real life, that she is all mine.
"You look beautiful, San," she tells me, softness and love oozing from her.
"So do you, Britt. Absolutely beautiful," I say breathlessly.
She reaches her hand out to me, which I take willingly. "Ready for the best date ever?"
"More than you know."
She keeps our fingers intertwined the entire time as we take the elevator down to the lobby and out the front door, her thumb lightly rubbing against my knuckles every now and then. When we reach the curb outside my building, I wait for her to guide us.
"So, I have something planned before dinner, think you can wait a little to eat?" She asks me.
"Yeah. I can wait," I give her a smile.
We brave the cold, thankful that it's not snowing, as we make our way to Central Park. "I thought it would be romantic to take a ride around Central Park in a horse carriage." My heart swells at the thought of that. I've never been on one of these before, always jealous of the couples who seemed so in love riding them.
She guides me into the carriage before putting her arm around me, pulling the blanket provided over our bodies to keep us warm. As the carriage starts to move, we settle in, my head resting against her shoulder.
"This is nice," I tell her.
"Yeah. It is," she whispers leaving a kiss against my forehead. "This is just the beginning." I know she means for tonight, but her words mean so much more. This is just the beginning of us, and I can't wait for the journey that awaits us.
"You never told me what happened with Josh?" I ask her. I know she said she told him she didn't want to do the show, but she was the star. We never discussed what happens next.
"I told him that I couldn't do the show. He wasn't happy at first, but I think he understood. He told me to call him once I'm settled down for a job," she says as my body stiffens in her embrace. But she said she didn't want to travel anymore and that we would be together. "I'm not leaving again, San. He told me that I can work on post-production stuff for him, here in New York." I immediately relax again. "Hey," she says and I lift my head off her shoulder. "I need you to believe me when I say I'm here for good."
"I know, and I do. It's just going to take me some time to believe this is real, that we finally have the chance to be together. I've wanted this for so long and didn't think it would ever happen for us." I take a breath before continuing, looking deep into her eyes. "Even when I would convince myself that what we had wasn't real or not as real as I thought in my head, it was always you."
"Well, it's happening, and I promise you, this is the realest thing in the entire world. We, us, it's real," she says through a smile. "Speaking of, how about you come with me tomorrow to look for an apartment? If you can sneak away from work, of course."
"I think I can make that work," I tease her. I would love nothing more than spending the day with her, doesn't even matter what we're doing. And if I can help her find an apartment then that's what I'll do.
After the carriage ride, we make our way to a restaurant where Brittany made reservations for us. The hostess shows us to our table and lets us know that our server will be right with us. As promised not even a minute later, our server is going through the specials as he opens up a bottle of red wine.
"Hope you still like red wine. I ordered it ahead of time," she says. This night just gets better and better.
"You're adorable, and yes, still love red wine. It's funny, before that summer, I don't think I ever drank as much in my life. You guys were a bad influence on me," I tease her as I grab my glass off the table.
"Nothing about that shocks me, babe," she jokes back. "You were a capital N, nerd!"
"Was not!" I protest, knowing how absolutely correct she is about that statement.
"Right, not a nerd at all," she winks. "But you're my nerd now, and I love you and all of your nerdiness."
"Cheers, Britt," I say as I raise my glass. "To us."
"To us," she says back so simply. Our dinner is delicious and even though I'm too full to even think about dessert, I agree anyways when Brittany gives me that adorable pout. She breaks off a piece of the tiramisu with her fork before leaning across the table, bringing it toward my lips.
"That's so fucking good," I moan out as I take the bite. I hear her giggle as she takes a bite herself, moaning in agreeance.
I'm watching her the entire time as she continues to chew, her head slightly tilted back and eyes closed, and I think I fall even more in love with her as each second goes by that I get to spend in her presence. "Be my girlfriend, Britt," I practically blurt out as her eyes open and a warm smile spreads across her face. Nice, Lopez. That was totally not romantic, at all.
"I would love nothing more," she says, her soft eyes looking deep into mine. I know I have a lazy smile plastered on my face, in awe of the woman I get to call my girlfriend sitting in front of me. "Let's get out of here," she husks, her eyes turning a deep blue, and I know that look as I nod my head furiously, already feeling the heat spread through my body.
The walk back takes twice as long as it should since we can't make it more than two steps without one of us trying to sneak a kiss or an extra long touch, even amongst all the layers of clothing we are both sporting. It's only been about 24 hours since Brittany has been back, but with the official title of us being girlfriends, it's like neither one of us can keep our hands to ourselves. We finally make it to my building as we shuffle our way into the elevator, giving a quick hello to the doorman and before the door even has a chance to close, Brittany's lips are on mine.
"Britt," I try and say but it comes out muffled with her lips pressed against mine as she moves her tongue past my opening. She clearly ignores my attempt at getting her attention, her hands gripping my hips as she moves flush against my body that's pressed against the elevator wall. "Babe," I say a little clearer taking advantage of the fact that her lips are no longer on mine, but now making their way down my neck. I hear something resembling a 'yes' against my skin that I decipher as an acknowledgement of my attempts to grab her attention. She reluctantly pulls away from me so that she can look into my eyes. "We need to press the button so the elevator moves," I say with a smirk, giggling at the look on her face, her cheeks flushed and lips plumped.
"Oh. Yeah," she mumbles, a light red tint now covering her flushed cheeks as she moves to press the button for my floor. As soon as she has confirmation that the door is in fact shut, she doesn't hesitate to continue what she had started just seconds ago, latching on to my neck as she rolls her hips into my body. I can't help but groan at the way her body feels against mine.
When the elevator dings indicating we've reached our destination, we start shuffling toward my front door, our bodies never separating. I unwillingly pull away to get my keys out of my purse, but the lips that are pressing against my neck, the arm snaked around my waist, and the warm body that is pressed against my back are a huge distraction. I fumble with the lock but manage to finally get it open. We stumble in to my apartment, barely able to kick the door shut as Brittany explores my mouth. As heated as our kiss was in the elevator, somehow she has slowed it down now that we are tucked away behind closed doors, all of a sudden aware of the importance of this moment, almost like it's bigger than the both of us. As our kisses turn into gentle pecks, we pull apart as I look deep into those soulful eyes.
"I love you, Santana," she says and I just about melt at those words. My eyes still fixed on her, I raise my hands up to the collar of her coat before slowly sliding it off her body and letting it pool at our feet before taking mine off as well. My hand moves down her arm before I entangle our fingers together as I guide her past the living room and down the hall to my bedroom, my eyes never leaving hers. Once we've reached my desired destination, I move as close as I can to her, wrapping my arms around her neck, my fingers playing at the small hairs at the nape of her neck as her's wrap around my waist. I lean up just enough to connect our lips again and god, everytime we kiss, everything in me explodes with love.
I leave one last kiss against her swollen lips before resting my forehead against hers, feeling so safe in her arms. "I need you, Britt," I say breathlessly.
"You have me," she replies just as quietly. And when I look at her eyes, I feel the truth in her words.
"Make love to me," I whisper so gently against her and I hear her breath hitch as she feels my words spoken on her lips.
Her hands move to cup my face, thumbs grazing my cheek before she leans in enveloping my lips once again, her kisses so gentle, so caring. I never thought in a million years that I could feel this overwhelming feeling of love and adoration just from a kiss. This is what I've been searching for, this is what has been missing in my life, in past relationships, pure love.
She starts to leave a trail of wet kisses along my jaw moving to my neck and down to my collarbone. I hold on to her hips, feeling dizzy from the sensation and arousal. Her hands slowly start moving toward the hem of my shirt, as her fingers lightly scratch at the exposed skin on my lower back. Her eyes bore into mine as she slowly lifts the shirt, revealing my upper half to her. My shirt is thrown somewhere behind me as her hand immediately comes up to cup my bra covered breast, releasing a moan from deep within.
"You are so beautiful, San," she whispers against my skin as her kisses continue to mark my chest. As much as I'm loving her attentiveness, I'm craving the feel of her skin against mine so I don't hesitate to reach down and tug at the hem of her shirt. She gets the hint as she pulls away and lifts her arms so I can remove it off her body. I immediately wrap my hands around her back and unclasp her bra, not wanting to waste another minute, as I slowly slide the straps down her arms.
My breath hitches at the sight of her bare chest in front of me. Although it's something I've seen before, that was many years ago. Her body hasn't changed much, she still has those delicious abs that I can't wait to run my tongue over. I lean in and take her pert nipple between my lips, eliciting the most delicious moan from above. As I continue to make sure I show enough attention to her chest, I feel her fingers move from their place in my hair to the clasp on my backside, stripping me of my bra as the article of clothing joins hers on the floor. She lifts my chin up so that we are face to face, our bare chests flush against each other, her eyes filled with lust and love.
Her eyes glued to mine she starts to work on the button of my jeans before lowering them as I remove them completely. Standing there in nothing but my underwear I watch Brittany's eyes trace every inch of my body, an act that would normally make me squirm, but with her I feel safe, with her I feel loved and with her I feel beautiful. I see a warm smile spread on her face as she takes her pants off as well before guiding me to lie on the bed before taking her place between my legs, our heated centers, although covered, meeting for the first time after all these years. I can practically feel our arousal mixing together even through the thin layer covering my most sensitive area. She lowers herself further on to me and connects our lips, tracing mine with her tongue, asking for permission to enter which I willingly part.
She starts to move further down my body, making sure to pay equal attention to my breast, one hand massaging my left while her mouth devours the other. The sensation is almost too much to handle as my hips rut into her body, seeking any form of release. Once she is satisfied, she moves lower, her tongue leaving a mark all the way down my stomach before she reaches the one place I so desperately need her. She hooks her fingers into the seams before slowly lowering it the rest of the way. Her tongue starts to move up my thigh and I can't help but squirm under her touch.
"Britt," I moan breathlessly. "Please."
She crawls back so that our faces are merely inches apart. I feel her slender fingers work their way down my body as she holds my gaze before swiping a single digit through my folds, arousal coating her finger.
"Ungh," I whimper as my head rolls back against the pillow and eyes shut in pleasure.
"Baby, open your eyes," she mutters as her finger starts to make lazy circles on my sensitive center. I will my eyes to open, to see those loving blue eyes. "I love you so much," she proclaims wholeheartedly as her finger moves down toward my entrance before finally entering me, my muscles immediately enveloping her digit. She slowly starts to move inside me, keeping a steady pace before re-entering me with two fingers and, oh god, I feel like I'm already going to explode but I try and hold off, wanting this feeling to last forever as I struggle to keep my eyes open and focused on hers.
Her pace quickens as her thumb moves to make circles against me with every thrust, her fingers curling inside, and I swear I start to see stars as the heat coils from deep within, waiting to erupt. "Fuck," I groan.
She must feel how close I am, working even harder, picking up the pace as my toes start to curl and body starts to shake, the first sign of my impending orgasm starting to take over my body.
"That's it, babe. Come for me," she husks onto my lips as they brush against each other with each thrust. And it's enough for me to completely come undone. Fireworks, stars, explosions, you name it, I see it as I come hard against her hand, her fingers never slowing their pace, helping me ride out the most intense orgasm of my life.
Once my body has come down, she removes her fingers and I immediately whimper at the loss. She gently flips us so that she is lying on her back before wrapping her arms around me so that I am curled against her warm body, a light layer of our sweat mixing together.
"That was amazing," I say, my voice still a little shaky.
"Mm, yeah it was," she says also a little out of breath.
I lift my head just enough to leave a lingering kiss to the underside of her jawline before curling my head back under her chin. "I love you, Brittany."
"I know. I love you too, San," she says. I'm exhausted and want to move my body so that I can worship her the same way she just did to me but my limbs feel like jello as my eyelids get heavier by the second. "Let's get under the covers," she suggests as she leaves a soft kiss against my forehead. I don't have the energy to protest as she shuffles our naked bodies under the blankets. "Goodnight, San."
"G'night, Britt," I sleepily reply before finally giving in to sleep, not wanting to be anywhere else but here in my girlfriend's arms.
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"And what was the problem with that one, San?" She asks me, her voice laced with growing frustration. It's late in the afternoon, we haven't eaten anything since this morning, and we've been walking around the city trying to find an apartment for Brittany.
"Did you see the guy who walked into the building behind us? You're not living there," I tell her.
"Santana," she says pointedly. The use of my full name catches my attention as I whip my head to her.
"Yes?" I ask tentatively, trying to give her my most innocent pout.
She walks over to me taking my hands in hers. "I'm hungry, I'm tired, it's cold. Can you please stop being so picky on where I live? Honestly, most of them were nowhere near as bad as you made them out to be."
I sigh as I rest my forehead against hers, taking in her warmth. She's right, I don't know why I'm being picky, it's not even my apartment. I mean, it's my girlfriend's apartment, meaning I'll be spending a lot of time there, but I don't think that's why I'm being the way I am. "You're right. I'm sorry. The first one wasn't too bad and it was the closest to my place, want to give them a call?"
"Yeah. I liked that one too. I'll call after we get some food in our stomachs," she tells me leaving a kiss on my cheek. "Come on, your pick tonight."
After we pick up food from my favorite Chinese spot on my block, we settle on the couch passing containers back and forth. Brittany calls the landlord as I clean up before finding my place again on the couch cuddled into her.
"What he say?" I ask still uneasy about the apartment she picked. There wasn't anything blatantly wrong with it, I mean, sure, the counters could be redone, but generally it was a really nice place, and like I mentioned, it was close to mine.
"He told me to bring the security deposit to him sometime tomorrow and that it will be ready for me to move-in by this weekend," she mentions while massaging her fingers through my hair. I know it's sort of crazy, since she's only been here for a couple of days, but the thought of going to bed alone night after night makes me sad. I'm sure there will be nights where we stay at either of our places but it's not the same. Like tomorrow for instance, since she can't move in for a couple of days, she'll be here when I get home from work. That thought alone gives me butterflies and knowing that that is not permanent makes me crave it even more.
Call me crazy but- "Stay here," I blurt.
"Huh?" She mutters, halting her movement on my scalp.
"Fuck, that's not how I wanted this to go," I quickly say trying to redeem myself. I already blurted out for her to be my girlfriend, it's like I can't get any of this romantic shit right. "Britt," I start as I sit up from my position tucking my legs under me and turning to face her. "Don't move into that apartment. Don't move into any apartment. The reason I was being so particular was because I don't want you to go. Falling asleep in your arms and waking up the same way these last couple nights has been the most amazing thing ever. I want that every night for the rest of my life." She doesn't say anything as she just stares at me, her face blank of any expression and it makes me feel a little uneasy that I can't read what she's thinking. "Move-in with me, Britt. I'm serious. You can get this apartment and live there for a few months, but that's not going to change the fact that I'm going to think about asking you every day."
Again nothing and although I think I've matured and stopped my dramatic overreaction to situations I think are going badly, I'm definitely starting to panic and think the worst. Typical. Like maybe she thinks I'm crazy, or clingy, or needy? I feel a bead of sweat start to form at my hairline but a soft hand on my cheek pulls me out once again. "You're cute when you get all nervous and panicky," she says endearingly.
"Shut up, I'm not panicky!" I protest, but who am I kidding, I totally am.
"You so are, but it's okay. I love you. And," she says, pausing to leave a brief kiss on my pouty lips, "I'll totally move in with you." I feel my entire body relax, literally letting out a sigh of relief, as she deepens our kiss.
I still can't believe that has happened in such a short amount of time. It's like everything I've waited for my whole life is finally coming true. Brittany is my girlfriend and she's agreed to move-in with me, I'm on cloud nine! It feels like my life is finally starting and I swear I'm the luckiest girl in the world.