“What about practice?”
“We had practice early this morning. I skipped weight training when I saw your text, but I can make it up later.” He tugs me back against him. “Now stop worrying that pretty little head about me.”
I huff, battling a smile. “You really want to hang out all day and watch a romcom with me?”
He sighs in exasperation, tipping my chin up to meet my eyes. “Baby, I don’t know how to be any clearer. Every second spent with you is my favorite. Stop trying to put yourself last when you’re number one for me.”
It’s difficult to breathe for a moment, my cycle making me sensitive to getting emotional over something as simple as my boyfriend wanting to be here with me while I feel gross.
He drops a kiss on my forehead. “Catch me up on the show’s plot.”
I give him a rundown of the characters, gaining enthusiasm as I go on. His smile is full of affection at my animated explanation while I talk with my hands.
We put on the next episode and contentment washes over me. He gets as sucked into the show as I am, both of us gasping when drama unfolds to keep the two love interests apart. When the episode ends on an epic cliffhanger, we both scramble for the remote to tell Netflix we’re still watching.
He beats me to it, starting the next episode.
“If they don’t end up together by the end of this, I’m gonna be so pissed,” he mutters.
“Right? They’re so perfect for each other.”
The show puts me through the wringer, taking my emotions on a rollercoaster ride. When the couple has the slightest brush of their hands, I clutch at Easton, feet kicking with excitement.
“Oh my god, look! It’s happening!”
He shakes his head. “Nah, they’re gonna blue ball us some more. Watch. I bet they get interrupted.”
I slump against him when he turns out to be right. He chuckles, clasping my chin with his fingers to angle my head for a kiss.
“They might have to suffer through a slow burn, but we can do this whenever we want.”
My face splits into a brilliant smile. I get the remote to rewind the part we missed so we can read the subtitles.
“Oh, damn. We watched three episodes already?”
“It’s addictive,” he admits.
I smirk, reaching for the snacks he brought me. “Hana warned I would put it on and not stop until I finished watching it. Which is exactly how I wanted my day to go with a nice veg out.”
“I honestly can’t remember the last time I’ve had a day of doing nothing.”
“We’re practicing self-care and resting. It’s good for you.”
“You’re good for me,” he counters.
It amazes me how happy I am with him. And if I hadn’t let my walls down for him, I would’ve ruined this because of my fear of going through another awful heartbreak. I’m glad he never stopped chasing me until I could learn to let him in.
Easton would never treat me the way Johnny did.
I want him to know I trust him. To do that, I need to tell him everything.
Instead of starting the episode again, I pause the show and sit up. He gives me his attention immediately.
Reagan’s the only one I’ve ever talked to about this, but something loosens inside my chest once I have the urge to share it with him.
“You remember the night we thought there was a break in at the end of last semester?”
He grunts. “You reported that asshole to campus security, right?”
