68 I'm moving in,

Nate kisses me, gently moving his lips over mine, back and forth, nibbling at the corners of my mouth.  He finally pulls back and kisses my nose, then my forehead.

"Let me show you the master suite, before I make love to you on this balcony."

"Later?" I ask as my stomach clenches at the thought of making love to Nate on this amazing balcony.

"We'll see what we can do."  He smiles and takes my hand, leading me back inside.  The bedroom is beautiful, with a king sized bed and the same white, gray and blue colors that flow through the whole house.

The master bathroom is simply breathtaking.

"Oh, I'm moving in," I murmur, not catching the surprised look on Nate's face as I circle the room.  "I love this bathroom."

The tile is gray and blue, and the tub is large enough for two, white, and claw-footed, with shiny chrome fixtures.  There are two white pedestal sinks with oval mirrors hanging above them.

The tub sits in a glass alcove, with the same view as the balcony.

"I love how the view is as much a part of the house as the décor is." I comment and turn around to find Nate leaning against the wall, watching me.

"What?" I ask.

"What did you say when you walked in here?"  His face is serious, and his arms are crossed.

"Um, that I love this bathroom?"  I'm completely confused.

"Before that."

"I don't know." I shake my head and frown, and then it hits me and my cheeks flame.  "Oh."

"What did you say?" he asks again.

"I said I'm moving in here."  I grin sheepishly, then wince.  "It's just a girl knee-jerk reaction to this bathroom, Nate."

He shakes his head and looks down, clenching his eyes closed.  What the hell?

"Hey, I'm sorry if I said something wrong."  I walk over to him and take his face in my hands.

"You didn't."  He swallows and wraps his arms around me, pulling me in to lean against him as he leans on the wall.

"What's wrong?"

"Move in with me."

"Here?" My voice is shrill with shock and I know my eyes are wide.

"No, in the condo.  At home."

"Nate…" I look down at his chest, trying to collect my thoughts.  My stomach is suddenly in knots and I can't breathe.

It's too soon.

"Look at me," he whispers and I do.

"It's kind of soon, don't you think?"

"I don't give a fuck about that."

"Let's enjoy our weekend, and talk about it when we get back."  I need time to process this, but I know this is the wrong thing to say when his face falls and his eyes get cold.

"I'm sorry I brought it up."  He starts to push me out of his arms, but I hold on tight.

"Stop it."  My voice is hard, surprising both of us.  "I didn't say no, Nate.  I said let's talk about it some more.  I want to be with you.  Let's enjoy this beautiful home of yours and relax, just the two of us, with nothing else to worry about, for the next thirty-six or so hours."

His face relaxes into a smile and he hugs me, tucking me under his chin.  "Don't worry, baby, I'll talk you into it."

I just laugh and squeeze him tight.  "Let's go for a run on the beach."

"Okay."  We pull on some workout clothes, our running shoes and hoodies and head downstairs to the back porch.