That smile that she had on her face was seemingly plastered there when she was with Vaughn. It was so easy for her to be happy with him and she knew exactly why. All of those thoughts about not being in love, just loving him, were just thoughts. The feelings inside of her were different. Gina knew she had to listen to her heart and not her head when it came to their relationship. Her heart had always guided her in the right direction and her head was where she faltered. “Alright baby, I’ll check it out and I’ll be back after my shower.” She pressed another kiss to his lips before they parted ways and she went to the bedroom. A little content sigh escaped her as she brought her hand up into her hair and she let her fingers run through it a little bit. The closet door was open and when she saw his things in the spot she cleared for him an even brighter smile appeared upon her lips. It was really happening. He was moving in and they were going to have their dream relationship. Biting her lower lip at the corner she then turned and made her way into the bathroom that only opened within their bedroom. It was amazing to Gina, their bedroom, their bathroom, their apartment. It was theirs now and it couldn’t have been more perfect.
The shower was soon taken, the steamy water feeling good against her back as she relaxed a little bit. The steady stream hitting her shoulders was relieving a bit of tension from the work day and if Vaughn wasn’t cooking in the other room she likely would’ve stayed there until the hot water went cold. However, in this building the hot water was abundant and she likely would have left for her fingers getting pruney before she left for cold water reasons. Legs were shaved, hair was washed and Gina was finally finished with the shower. Emerging from the bathroom, the smell of her cucumber melon body wash was masked by the smell of the tacos being prepared in the other room. Not cooking dinner for herself was something she was growing accustomed too and she looked forward to the nights were Vaughn was cooking. She’d never admit it to anyone else, but he put her skills in the kitchen to shame at times. She’d admit it to him, but not to the rest of the world.
After changing into a light blue velour sweat suit she made her way into the kitchen. Her long hair had been put up into a damp messy bun at the back of her head and the sweat suit’s hoodie was zipped up to just above her breasts. She hadn’t bothered with anything beneath it for now but it wasn’t obvious that she was only wearing the hoodie. So many questions came out of Vaughn and she listened carefully when he spoke but she didn’t answer anything he had said until she was sitting. “Well, with the places I was looking to sight see at, Manhattan would likely be the best place to stay. Maybe we could get a room at the Marriott in Times Square?” Her shoulders shrugged as she picked up a fork and began making her taco from the things he had put on the table in front of her. “And what other kinds of things do we have to talk about besides the Statue of Liberty, making-out on the top of the Empire State Building and going to see a Broadway show of my choosing?” She looked up with a smirk wondering if he’d complain about that last part but hoping he didn’t.