“I bet,” I say as I begin to peruse the menu.
So many dishes sound delicious, but once our waiter comes by, I ultimately choose the chicken enchiladas with a salsa verde and crema fresca sauce.
“That one issooooogood,” Shane remarks. “I had it once before.”
The waiter then takes Shane’s order. He opts for a stuffed beef burrito.
“That sounds tasty too.” I tell him when our server leaves to put the orders in.
He returns quickly with fresh chips and homemade salsa. He also tops off our waters.
“So, I was thinking,” I say as I pick up a chip.
Shane takes a quick sip of water, then asks, “About what?”
I hate bringing up this subject, but I must. I can’t just continue to stay at his house if he expects me to leave.
Ugh, that makes me sad, though.
Scooping a little salsa onto my chip and then taking a small bite, I swallow and say, “Well, now that I got a clean bill of health from the neurologist, I guess I should start taking some stuff back to my apartment.”
Shane looks out the window and off into the distance.
Softly, he asks, “Is that what you want, Willa?”
No!an inner voice yells.Tell him no.
I’m too afraid to say it out loud, though, especially when he turns away from the view and looks me right in the eye.
Shrugging, I murmur, “I don’t know.”
“I think you do,” he counters. And then he smiles and says, “If it’s any help in making your decision, I’d like for you to stay.”
Yes!
My heart soars.
“I really don’t want to leave,” I finally admit. “I feel so comfortable living with you.”
Shane smacks his hand on the table, albeit lightly. “Then it’s decided,” he says. “My girlfriend is officially moving in with me.”
We agree that later we’ll work out all the logistics and details, like ending my lease, bringing over the rest of my clothes, putting my furniture in storage, etc.
“Let’s just enjoy this dinner for now,” Shane says. “Because you know, now we have two things to celebrate.”
“Yes, we do,” I agree with a smile.
Damn, I am one happy girl knowing I received good results from the neurologist and now I’m officially moving in with the love of my life.
Can things get any better?
Dinner is delicious, but I can’t wait to get Willa back to my house. Actually, I guess it’s her house now, too, seeing as she’s moving in.
Yeah, this is one fucking good day.
Not only did the neurologist clear her, but we’re taking our relationship to the next level.
Truthfully, the idea of her not living with me was making me sad. I’m over the moon that she said yes. There’s just a comfort level with us that’s always been there, even before we fell in love.
