David
The room was still, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the air heavy with the aftermath of their shared
passion. David lay beside Lena, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath, his arm around
her. Lena’s skin was warm against his, her head resting on his shoulder. For a moment, everything felt quiet,
perfect, like the world had righted itself. But Lena wasn’t still. She shifted slightly, propping herself up on one
elbow to look at him. Her hair tumbled over her bare shoulder, her expression intense and unguarded. David
met her gaze, his heart clenching at the vulnerability and the fire in her eyes. “David,” she said, her voice low
but steady. “You’re moving in with me.” He blinked, caught completely off guard. “What?” “You heard me,”
she said firmly, sitting up straighter. The sheet slipped from her shoulders, but she didn’t bother pulling it back
up, too focused on him to care. “You’re my husband. And I’m not letting you stay in that sad little apartment or
halfway in my life anymore. You’re moving in.” David stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as he tried
to process her words. “Lena, I—” She held up a hand, silencing him. “No. You don’t get to argue with me. You
don’t get to choose this time. It’s up to me, and I’ve decided.”
His heart was racing, his mind spinning. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “After
everything I’ve done... everything I’ve—” “Yes,” she interrupted, her voice rising with conviction. “I’m sure.
I’ve spent too much time second-guessing myself, questioning what I want. But not anymore. I want you here,
David. I want you with me. And I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” “Lena,” he breathed, sitting up beside
her, his hand brushing against her arm. “I don’t deserve—” “Stop,” she said sharply, her gaze fierce. “You
don’t get to decide if you deserve me. I’m telling you that you do. You’re mine, David. My husband. And I’m
not letting you go. Not again.” Her words struck something de ep inside him, unraveling the defenses he’d tried
to hold onto. He reached for her, pulling her into his arms, his voice thick with emotion. “Lena, I’ll spend the
rest of my life proving that you made the right choice.” “You’ll spend the rest of your life doing what I tell
you,” she teased, but her voice softened as she cupped his face in her hands. “And right now, I’m telling you to
move in.” He pressed his forehead to hers, a laugh es caping despite the knot in his throat. “I’ll start packing
tonight.” “You’ll start packing tomorrow,” she countered, her lips curving into a small, triumphant smile. “I
don’t want to spend another night in this bed without you here.” “Anything you want,” he whispered, kissing
her de eply, his hands cradling her face as if she might slip away. “I want you,” she murmured against his lips,
her voice tender but resolute. “Here. Always.”
And in that moment, David knew he would never leave. He was hers, completely and irrevocably, and there
was no place in the world he’d rather be.