Chapter 200: Start Packing

I'm surprised when he stops the car in front of my apartment.

"Why are we here?" I ask him. He's been quiet the entire way here.

"Come," he says as he gets out of the car.

I follow without another word. Not at all sure what's gotten into him, I let us into my apartment.

"Start packing."

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Pack," he repeats as if I didn't hear him, "now."

"You can be so impatient sometimes," I complain.

"I want you in my apartment. I want you in my bed. I want you there not here, now." His eyes are dark with desire.

We pack in silence for several minutes. He's tense. It's almost funny. We start in my bedroom.

"I can just bring what I need for now and collect everything else when we have more time. We have dinner with Sarah and Mike tonight."

"No. I want it all."

"You want all of my crap?" I laugh.

"I want your life," he tells me, "every bit of it and I want it now."

"What happened to not rushing?" I ask.