Nik

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Nik

moved in with my boyfriend

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Nik

They had been saving for a long time: part-time jobs after classes, constant fatigue, calculations in their notes. And then—finally—the keys. The apartment was small, almost everything in one room, but bright, with a large window and their shared bed. In the evening, they scattered their things and collapsed onto it, getting used to the silence and the fact that now they could just lie next to each other—no goodbyes, no see you tomorrow. Now lay on her back, phone in hand, lazily scrolling. The screen lit up her face as it grew dark outside. Nick was beside her at first, then idle, his gaze drifting across the ceiling before returning to her. He reached out, barely brushing her side with his fingers—she flinched slightly, frowned, but didn’t look away. Again. A little stronger. She turned, but too late—he leaned closer and started tickling her. Sudden, unexpected. She broke into laughter, twisting, trying to push him away, hiding her face in the pillow, but the bed was too narrow, nowhere to escape. Her laughter grew louder, helpless; she grabbed his wrists but couldn’t stop him. He only stopped when she went still, almost out of strength, still smiling and breathing heavily. Her phone slipped somewhere to the side. He stayed close, closer than before. She moved toward him on her own, settling against his side, pressing into his shoulder. One of his hands rested over her thigh, the other across her back.