Hannah And Mutters Narrative

I walk into my apart to find it empty, which is weird because I live with Hannah and Brandon. Those two are always here if they aren't in class and I know for a fact that neither have anything plans today.

But whatever, it is nice to have some peace and quiet before going home to my house for the holidays. Which is always hectic.

So let's just say I am a little surprised to see my boyfriend Toby in the bathroom trying to decide between an orange and a purple tie.

"So is breaking and entering your new thing?" I joke and set my messenger bag and keys down on the kitchen table.
"You gave me a key," he says flatly.
"Wow." I laugh and then walk up to the bathroom doorway. "You are so nervous that you didn't sense my sarcasm."
"I am not," he mutters.

"Because I feel like it," he answers.
"I'm wearing purple tomorrow." I say and places them both over his shoulder. "You packed enough clothes for the weekend right?"
"Yes ma'am," he says softly and turns to face me. "Did you?"
"I did." I reply quickly. "So do you know why Hannah and Brandon aren't here?"
"I asked them to go for a little bit." He replies and then walks past me and into my bedroom.
"Why is that?" I ask and transfer doorframes.
"Because I don't want them to be able to walk in on us." He says placing the purple tie on top of his bag and throwing the other one near my closet.
"On us doing what?" I ask as he turns and walks toward me.
"You know..." He mutters and stops in front of me.
"Oh! That's right... I said we'd do the deed today." I say and blush slightly.
"Only if you're up for it," he replies and kisses my neck.
"Of course I'm up for it... it's just this is going to be my first time with anyone." I sigh and then look at my feet.
"I know... which is why I didn't want them here. I totally get if you still want to wait." He says lifting my chin. "We've only been together for three months. You don't owe me

"And I trust you... I really do."
"I trust you too," he whispers.

Unexpectedly, his hand drifts to my hip. It settles there and pulls me closer.

I inhale sharply.

I rest my hands against his warm chest and his rest over mine.

He begins nuzzling my neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they are like whispers.

I urge myself to push away, scared that I won't please as him much as I hope to. His head is angled slightly to the side as his lips come closer and closer to mine. I am surprised to find my own lips parted. Our breaths mingle and my heart flutters inside my chest.

At first, it is a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Then his arms encircle mine. He draws me to him and we crash against the hallway wall, the pictures shaking.

I hesitantly look up at him, our lips have yet to meet. The swirls of emotion I see there make me gasp.

Lust and desire.

However, before I can ponder about it further, he covers my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As our lips crush together, I feel like I am walking on air. It is magic, the way his lips connect with mine. His mouth is so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined and I open my mouth with a low moan.

"I love you Katie," he says cupping my