Just a short one tonight. The next one will be longer!
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I slept amazingly well and when my alarm
went off I woke up refreshed for the first time in a really long time. When I rolled over I accidentally smacked
Ryan in the shoulder, and I jumped.
“Good morning?” he said, blinking sleepily at me. “Why did you hit me?”
“Sorry,” I said, laughing and
relaxing back against my pillow. “I
forgot you were here. I’m not used to
having someone else in my bed.”
“Get used to it,” he told me
rolling over and wrapping an arm around me.
“In fact, get so used to it that you stay here with me all day.”
“All day?” I asked, chuckling. “I can’t, I have to go to work.”
“Have to?” he asked. “I think
we need to revisit your definition of ‘have to’.”
“I would
love to stay here with you all day,” I admitted. “But what if we spend Saturday night together
and we can stay in bed as long as we want on Sunday?”
“Fine,” he agreed, mock grumbling
at me.
I stretched and climbed over him to
get out of bed. “Don’t get up on my
account,” I said, as he sat up and yawned.
“You can stay in bed for awhile.”
“No, I’m awake,” he said. “I just need a minute.”
I shrugged and walked to the
bathroom to shower. I was mid-shampoo
when a corner of the shower pulled back and Ryan peaked in. “Looking for a show?” I asked him.
“No, but you’re adorable covered in
shampoo suds,” he replied, grinning. “I
came to find out what you want for breakfast.
I figured I could make you something while you get ready. And sure, I admit it, it was a great excuse
to come stare at you naked and wet for awhile.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I
replied. “But there are bagels and cream
cheese in the fridge and that’s enough for me.”
“Got it,” he replied, then he
disappeared.
I finished my shower, dried my
hair and threw on some makeup and clothes.
By the time I got downstairs, I had just enough time to eat and stop for
coffee if I left really soon. Ryan was
dressed and in the kitchen when I got downstairs. “This one is breakfast,” he said, handing me
a Ziploc bag with a toasted bagel with cream cheese, “And this one is
lunch.” He handed me two Tupperware
containers. I raised my eyebrow at him
curiously. He shrugged. “Just leftovers from last night, plus I threw
together a salad.”
“I don’t have any idea why you’re
so nice to me, but this time I’m not going to be a dick about it,” I said. “Thank you.”
“I feel bad that you have to go to
work and I don’t,” he said, shrugging.
“You made me dinner last night, the least I can do is throw some
leftovers in a container for you for lunch.”
“Okay, stop being nice to me so I
can leave for work,” I said, shaking my head.
“Otherwise I’ll end up staying here after all and you’ll have packed my
lunch for no reason.”
He laughed. “Don’t get used to it or anything. I was just feeling particularly nice this
morning.” He kissed my forehead as I
took my food from him.
“You know I’m never going to be
able to keep up with all this niceness,” I warned him as we walked towards the
door.
He stopped me and looked at me
seriously. “It’s not a competition,” he
said. “I’m not doing nice things for you
so that you do nice things back for me.
I’m doing them because you deserve for someone to do nice things for
you, and I kind of like you.” Then he
winked and continued to the door, leaving me to trail behind him.
I am obsessed with them together haha
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I kind of like you...perfect! mum
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Awwwwww so cute!
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