I don't know how long we laid there, but I could have spent an eternity there. With my head laid on his embrace, we weren't afraid to love. I know we aren't perfect, but I want this every night.

"Reya?" Andy whispered, his voice like gravel on a country road with the exhaustion. I turned onto my side and gazed into his eyes. "Marry me."

My breath hitched in my throat. "Andy...I-"

The words were unable to escape. His hand drifted up my bare side to my face, he held my cheek as if it was the most precious feather in the world. "Baby, please. Every night, I want to hold you, I want you to be with me. I never want to lose you ever again. I was such a fucking fool before, but I never want to let you go again. Just be mine." He pulled me into him and kissed me with a passion. "Just be mine," he whispered into my lips.

Our bodies pressed tightly against each other, I knew we were both too exhausted, but the last drops of adrenaline coursed into my aching body. The chemicals consumed me, the rush intoxicating me. Andy pulled himself as close as our bones would allow, and made love to me in the most beautiful way possible. There was no abrupt end, instead we both slowed as our bodies parted, both of us more physically exhausted then I ever thought was possible.

I don't even remember falling asleep, I simply collapsed into the soft bed.

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The amount of seratonin in my mind was almost unbelievable. How could I be this happy? I couldn't feel a thing, except a hand, delicately draped over my side. I was lost in the bliss. I drifted back out again into sleep. As I woke the second time, I had gained some feeling in my body. I shifted my arm, realizing I had a blanket now. My eyes cracked open, and after they adjusted, I was met with the site of a white walled room. I blinked a few times and carefully stretched. Oh shit. Oh damn.

I groaned as the pain set in. Oh my god my whole body feels like I got hit by a fucking freight train. A black haired, pale skinned, tattooed human freight train. I rolled over to find an empty bed. I stayed in the bed, trying to stay still and ignore the pain stemming from every joint. Tender, warm lips pressed into my temple.

"Good morning, love." The bed dipped beside me, and his hand rested on my hip. He leaned into my ear, "I'm here whenever you'd like to get up." He kissed my cheek once more and I heard his bare feet along the wooden floor. I decided to finally get up a few minutes later. I tried to just prop myself up, but my whole body hurt so much, that I whimpered as I came to a sitting position. Andy leaned into the doorway with concern on his face. He came over to sit beside me. He was shirtless, but had a pair of black shorts sitting low on his hips. His hands rested on either side of me as he sat beside me. "Are you OK, baby?"
"Just sore is all," I said with a brave smile.

He smiled as he looked down at the bed sheets. "Yeah, we got...a little carried away last night."
We laughed together, then he gave me a gentle peck. "Fuck, my lips are even sore," I said with a laugh.
"Come on, let's go get some coffee and then we can look at apartments," he patted my knee and got up. Picking up my bag off the floor, he tossed me a pair of pink cotton shorts, as well some panties and a bra, and then walked over to his hanging rack of clothes in the corner. He pulled off an Exibit A shirt he designed that he'd cut up. He threw it on and then grabbed a black hoodie with the Batman symbol on the back. I pulled on the panties and shorts as Andy searched for his high tops. I winced with every movement. Andy came back into the room with some Ibuprofen and a glass of water. He kneeled beside the bed and gave me the pills, which I swallowed quickly. I felt like a big child, single Andy ended up helping me put on the rest of my clothes, including a white BVB shirt with the star in it and a black OM&M jacket. Andy even put on my toms for me. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and pinned my bangs into a lifted bump.

Andy did my black eyeliner and mascara for me too. Advantages of a boyfriend who wears make up. He did his hair and he finally got me out of bed. The painkillers finally took some effect and I was able to walk, slowly. Andy decided to just carry me down to the car.
We stopped by Starbucks on the way to the first apartment Andy's realtor had found. The hot white chocolate mocha warmed my bones and took away some of the ache. The first apartment was in the heart of LA, close to Andy's label headquarters. It wasn't my ideal area, but I was open to look. The complex was brand new, metal and glass, and a 40 story tower. The apartment we were looking at was on the twenty fifth floor. The building had a pool, gym, and private garden. Inside the rooms, it was brightly lit, very new, and mostly clean. It was two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a closed floor plan. I honestly wasn't impressed, especially since it was almost out of our price range.

The second place was about ten minutes from Jake and Ella, which was wonderful. However the complex hadn't been updated recently, and needed some serious work. The carpet was stained and the style was very much so outdated with paneling. We had plenty of money to mess with it but, it just wasn't working for us. We didn't want to wait a few months for renovations.

We saw a few more, but just nothing caught our eyes. I ended up falling asleep in the car after the fifth showing. Andy carried me into the house and set me on the couch. I woke up with my head resting in the arm rest and my legs over Andy's lap. Resting my head on my hand, I looked up at Andy, who was fixed on the tv. "Andy, what are we going to do? I have to leave tomorrow."

He sighed, "I know." He ran a hand through his hair. The couch began to buzz. Andy glanced over and put his phone next to his ear. "Hello?...Oh hey...yeah, what's up?...oh no...no...we didn't find anything...yeah...yeah...nothing...oh really?...ok...ok...cool...alright, thanks...ok...k...bye."

"Who was that?"

"Ashley, he told me he might have found us a place and to swing by his place first thing and he will take us to it. It's apparently a friend of his."

"Ok, I'm gonna take a shower, I can't wait." I leaned over and kissed him, before getting up and walking to the bathroom down the hall.

Andy's current apartment wouldn't be hard to live in, it just wasn't wonderful. I know Andy didn't exactly like the place anymore, and constantly struggled with the complex owner since the apartment was left vacant for months at a time. He also disliked the two cats Andy had. If Andy wanted to smoke, it couldnt be in the apartment, he was forced to go downstairs to a designated hut for smoking. The apartment was one bedroom, a very small bathroom, and the living room/ kitchen area was no bigger than the bathroom. The bathroom was just big enough for a toilet, with a small sink across the wall and a stand up shower. I turned on the water and undressed. The water burned so bad on my sore muscles. I really needed to soak in a warm bath. I got through my shower as fast as possible as gingerly walked to Andy's room, wrapped in a towel with my hair tied up in a damp bun.

I guessed Andy was outside having a smoke. I dried my hair with the towel and pulled on some cotton shorts and one of Andy's crop tops with a bando bra. I laid on my stomach and flipped on the small tv. Andy came in a few moments later and laid down beside me, pulling my back into his torso as he wrapped an arm around me, curling our bodies together. I adjusted my shoulders against Andy's chest. He pulled a blanket over us and we drifted off together, wrapped up in each others embrace.

Notes

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