"Yeah. That should do it," I told Lookah who was staring at me as if I was withholding food from him.
I guessed he had a point, considering I was teasing him by standing in front of the fridge. I decided to give him a treat before I turned back to my first bit of decoration since I'd moved in.
"Uhm, what is that?" Dare asked when he stepped back into the kitchen.
He reached in the middle of the island and grabbed a chocolate puff pastry twist and moaned at the first bite.
"Oh that?" I pointed at the fridge door, and he joined me by my side. "That is a simple but poignant reminder."
He cocked his head to the side and studied the golden embroidered frame I'd put around the dented mark on the fridge—where Dare had punched after he'd found out I'd left with Victor.
"Of what?"
"Of my stupidity, so I don't ever make the same mistake again?—"
"You won't. You can't." He put his arm around me and pressed me close to his chest.
"It's also a reminder of your love for me."
Dare frowned.
"Isn't my telling you every day that I love you a reminder enough?"
I shrugged.
"Of course it is, but this doesn't hurt. It combines the two, you see. My stupidity. Your love. It's cute."
"If you say so," he groaned and let go of me, turning around to face the kitchen island and grabbing another twist. "Now that you're all settled in, what do you want to do? What do you want your first official business as an official roommate to be?"
"Official business? Did I move in with my boyfriend or a corporation?" I raised an eyebrow and he chuckled.
His amusement filled me with joy—so much joy I could burst. I still had to pinch myself every day when I woke up in his bed—our bed now, I suppose—with him in my arms.
It had only been a few days since I'd moved out of my old apartment, and I'd already managed to unpack and find a place for everything. It helped that I didn't have lots of big furnitureto move and most of my belongings fitted neatly into cupboards, drawers and closets.
Normally that would make me feel as if this wasn't my space in the slightest if I couldn't see any of my things, or because I hadn't picked the throws or cushions, or the pots and pans, but I'd spent so long here already without any of my things. If anything, this whole experience had helped me realize how much I didn't need material things to feel at home. All I needed was the right person. My person. My Dare.
"Hm...let me think." I tapped my chin and hummed in fake contemplation. "How about we fix the heating in the guest room together? It's long overdue, don't you think?"
Dare frowned.
"Why? So you have an excuse to sleep in the other room when I won't put out?" he asked.
I choked a laugh.
"That's ridiculous. A, you always put out. B, why would I sleep in the guest room when my baby is in the main bedroom."
He smiled and pulled me in to kiss the top of my head.
"I'll take care of that on my own. You don't need to worry about that."
I huffed.
"You've been saying that for a month and it's still not fixed."
"And how do you know I wasn't putting it off to keep you in my bed longer?"
I rolled my eyes up at him, but when he didn't smile I gasped.
