“And what ways might those be?”
He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to him as he kisses my nose and lips with a doting admiration I never thought could exist.
Tell me everything.
“How about I just show you?”
Show me everything.
“Won’t the food and coffee go cold?” I taunt him, giving him small kisses.
He slowly lowers himself between my thighs and looks up at me from under his brows. “That’s okay, it’s shitty coffee anyways.”
TYLER
After spending the entire morning in bed, making up for lost time, I stand in her kitchen again, remaking food for us. She sits on her counter, wearing my t-shirt, sporting my marks from the night and morning prior.
If this is life with you, I want it all.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a realistic man. I know life won’t always look like this every single moment, but that doesn’t matter because I want all the moments outside of this with her, too.
While the look on her face and ease in her body tells me she’s finally accepted this, I’m not sure where that head of hers is at. I hand her a fresh cup of coffee, and twirl a curl over my finger.
“How's the shitty coffee?”
“You say this coffee is shitty but it’s doing the job.” She smiles.
“It does get the job done.” I smile and go back to cooking breakfast.
I’m still on a high from last night and this morning, but the ever present loom of her leaving is still a dark space in the backof my mind. I’d made it clear once this line was crossed, I couldn’t go back, and I meant it.
“We do need to talk about this, Tyler,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts.
I don’t want to talk about it.But instead I say, “I know.”
“Maybe…maybe we just take it day by day?” She gnaws on her lips while she white knuckles the coffee mug.
Yes. I can do day by day. We need day by day.
The dreaded storm of this conversation breaks between the heavy clouds, giving a glimpse of some sunlight. Of some way that this story doesn’t have a definitive end. Sunny has tried to write our book with permanent ink, but I’d rip the pages out if it meant it could be changed.
“I can do that.”
She smiles back at me. “Good.”
Grabbing her chin gently, I make her eyes meet mine. “One day at a time.” I place a soft kiss on her coffee lips.
She grips the back of my neck, pulling me in closer. As difficult as it is, I pull away, which elicits a pouty lip at me. I laugh, because this girl has spent weeks denying this undeniable pull between us to now run right into it.
“You need to eat. Build your strength for our afternoon activities.” I spoon eggs and sausage on a plate.
“What kind of activities?”
“Guess you’ll have to find out.”
“Can’t wait.” She grabs the plate, padding to the little table I threw her on last night. I plan to do it again today.
I grab her wrist, spinning her around, so I can get a perfect view of her in my t-shirt. She laughs as I twirl her around, drinking her up, and then ushering her back towards the table.
