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The only one to ever complain about your shoe collection is your wallet, and maybe your boyfriendābut at this moment thatās far from the case. Muscles and joints ache and protest as you lug one of the two large boxes of footwear up the driveway, expletives leaving your mouth as you wonder just how youāre going to get the damn thing up the steps.Ā
And right as a low groan escapes you, itās as if the voice of God calls out to ease your struggles. āNeed some help?ā You can practically hear the smirk heās wearing as it curls around the words, and you know itās much too devilish to be The Man. You reluctantly raise your eyes to peer at him, hands still gripping the cardboard.Ā
Annoyance flares for a second before the look in his eyesāand maybe the way the breeze rustles his unstyled hairāputs it out before anything can come from it. You raise to your full height and place your hands on your hips, a tilt of the head and sarcastic smile aimed right at him. āYes, please!āĀ
He laughs, the pearls of his teeth shining in the sunlight as he stands at the top of the steps leading to your new shared home, and the sound of it breaks your facade. Plates in his metal arm whirl as he lifts it to his chest, black and gold glittering here and there.Ā
The noise dies down and the rumbling of his chest steadies, and long legs carry him down the brick steps. His lips are parted, still stretched into a goofy smile, and you just know what heās going to say.Ā
āI donāt want to hear any I told you soās either! Keep your opinions on my collecting habits to yourself, Barnes.āĀ
He throws his hands up in surrender, chuckling still, and he leans over to place the lightest of kisses to your cheek. āYou got it, Y/L/N.āĀ
Strong arms reached down and picked the box up effortlessly, and he turned his head to give you a dazzling combination of a charming wink and a shit eating grināyou canāt deny that you love him, but damn if heās not annoying.Ā
Your laugh follows him up the driveway and the steps, and it turns into giggles as you trail behind him on the porch of your dreams, and you thank him for his help as you both cross the threshold of the new home.Ā
āAnd I thought packing everything up was bad,ā you laughed, āmoving in is hard.ā You move ahead of him to lead him to the boxās destination. āBut itās gonna be so worth it when we get to enjoy just being us.āĀ
āYeah,ā he agrees softly, eyes stuck on you. He loves you with so much of himself, and he loves everything youāve shown him and the growth youāve always supported. He knows heād do anything for you; go through anything for you. āItās gonna be really nice.āĀ
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