Our Way

by T.L. Swan

Twenty minutes later, we pull up outside my apartment. Nathan leads me out by the hand, and we walk inside and into the elevator. “Did anyone show you footage of themselves having sex tonight?” he asks. I giggle. “Disappointingly, no.” He smiles down at me. “What?” “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” “Tell me again.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “You really did look beautiful tonight.” I smile up at him. “Do we have chocolate?” He smirks. “So, I tell you that you look beautiful, and you ask me if we have chocolate?” “And?” I smile. “Your point is?” “My point is that I’m being judged on my shopping abilities.” I giggle and turn my back to him. His big arms wrap around me from behind. “That better mean there’s chocolate in the fridge, Mercer,” I mutter as I put my head against his chest. He chuckles and rests his chin on the top of my head. The elevator doors open and we make our way down the corridor. Nathan opens the door to my apartment and we walk in. I go straight to the kitchen, flick the kettle on, while he goes to the fridge to grab something, which he quickly puts behind his back. “What have you got there?” I ask.