She places it in the fancy cup she bought when she moved in, and it settles beside mine.
I nod, both our gazes locked on the brushes. “They missed each other.”
After being with Amelia for a while , I’ve learned that it’s the little things that make her feel special and loved.
“You’re so adorable!” Gripping my forearms, she pulls me toward her.
“You could’ve said anything other than adorable,” I mutter, grumpiness present in my tone.
Who wants to be called adorable by their girlfriend?
“But I would be lying.”
As usual, she loves to tease me. And I fucking love it.
My fingers dig into her sides as I tickle the shit out of her. Her laughter booms across the walls, and when she tries to run away, I hold her to my body and give her no mercy.
I love her laughter.
“Okay!” she pants, moving around as her blonde hair flings in my face. “You’re so sexy, Levi Miller!” she yells through laughter.
“That’s a good girl,” I muse, letting go and watching her crumple to the floor while groaning with a smile on her face.
“I hate you,” she whines, clenching her side.
Stepping over her with a smile of my own, I reach into the shower and start it for her. “I hate you too.”
She scowls up at me from the floor. She extends a hand to me, and I grip it and pull her into my body, catching her around the waist. She gasps at my strength with wild eyes before I capture her lips.
I missed her.
In only a pink crop top and black leggings, she still somehow looks like a supermodel.
With a last brush of my lips, I pull away and take advantage of the silence. “How are you doing today?”
“Okay. I ate all my food, but I’m feeling a bit sadder today,” she admits, playing with the hairs on the nape of my neck. “How are you?” she asks as I back us up until we’re in front of the mirror.
Smiling confidently, I kiss her nose, which makes her blink. “I’m doing well today.”
And that’s the honest truth. I haven’t had the shakes, cravings, or any anxiety. Today’s the best day I’ve ever had.
“That’s amazing!” She squishes my face and kisses my now-puckered lips.
I grunt and pull away, not liking the fact that she’s treating me like a baby.
I swear to God, only she can squish my face.
Gripping her hips, I turn her to face the mirror. Tired and confused, she looks at me in it.
“What are you up to?” Her voice trails off, suspicion written all over her face.
Standing behind her, I tilt my head to the side, loving the way she doesn’t take her eyes off me. “You said you were having an okay day, which usually means it’s not a good day.”
She nods and bites her plump lip. “I caught a quick glimpse of a gossip magazine, and you could guess who was on the cover.”
I’ve been seeing a lot of progress in Amelia when she stays off social media. The media and all the gossip magazines have caused her eating disorder. When she’s offline, she does much better, but it’s hard to avoid it all the time since she’s in the entertainment industry.
I shrug nonchalantly, like what I’m about to tell her is normal. “Just break it.”
