Laughing, she pushed the door open, holding it open for me to go in after her. I followed her in eagerly, looking around. The apartment was basic, and half unpacked boxes were stacked all over the place. “Coffee?” she offered, as she headed towards her poky little kitchen. “Sure.” I followed her in, watching as she made it. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her ass. Every time she turned around, my hands were itching to grab her, so I shoved them in my pockets to remove the temptation. “So, it looks like you’re almost done moving in,” I observed, trying to distract myself from staring at her body. Ashley sighed and nodded, frowning at the two boxes in the corner, labelled kitchen non-essentials. “Yeah, jeez, I hate moving. It’s such a pain. You don't realise how much crap you hoard until you’re boxing it all up,” she muttered, handing me a mug of coffee and nodding towards the sugar pot for me to help myself. I shook my head, smiling. “I’m sweet enough.” “Of course you are,
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