“Is this ok?” he whispers.
“More than ok, I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
I kiss him again, our lips moving together in harmony. This is perfect.He’sperfect.
He pulls away, resting our foreheads together. His hand in my hair, keeping us close.
“You’re everything to me.”
My breath catches in my throat, and I feel like I’ve forgotten how to breathe. I let my eyes flutter closed. I just soak in the feeling of him.
When I open my eyes again, he’s already looking at me. His chocolate eyes locked with mine.
“I wanna get lost in you,” I whisper, our lips brushing.
“I’ve been lost since the minute I realized you are everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“When was that?”
“When you were dancing in the kitchen the first night I kissed you. I didn’t know it at the time, but now I know that no matter what I told myself, I would have always been drawn to you. Not because of your body, but because of what’s in here, and in here,” he whispers, touching my heart first and then my head. “You’re so smart, baby, and you’re so kind. You have no idea how much I admire you. You’ve added color to my black and white world. You’ve made me love living.”
I shake my head at him in disbelief. “You’re too good for me.”
“No, I’m just giving you what you should have been getting all along.”
I’m not sure how to respond, so I just press another kiss to his lips, melting into him.
When I wake up the following morning, I’m all alone. I immediately panic until I grab my phone and see that it’s Sunday, which means that Beck should be home.
I let out a breath and roll onto my back, stretching my arms up above my head before rolling out of bed.
I go to Beck’s closet and grab one of his shirts, slipping it over my head before making my way downstairs to see him over the stove, making breakfast. Something that smells absolutely delicious.
“Whatcha making?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his middle and pressing a kiss to his bare back.
“Eggs, bacon, and avocado toast,” he says. I nod against his back.
“It smells yummy,” I say, pressing another kiss to his back before turning and going to the back door.
When I open it, Mocha zooms in at eighty miles per hour, jumping up and down excitedly.
I pick him up, and he licks my face a hundred times, acting like he hasn’t seen me in a week.
“It’s ok, baby, I’m right here,” I coo as he wiggles around in my arms, whimpering and licking me. I giggle at his craziness. I kiss his head a few more times before setting him back down on the floor.
He runs around me a few times before getting zoomies, running off towards the front door, then down the hall that goes towards Mason’s room, then back towards us, where he stops and grabs a ball before starting the process all over again.
I shake my head with a small smile on my face. When I turn to look at Beckett, he’s already looking at me.
“What?” I ask. He just shakes his head before turning back to the stove. I roll my eyes at him before getting the things out and making my morning matcha.
Today, I make it with honey and cinnamon. I take that first sip, letting out a small hum of pleasure. I set the cup down, and Beckett turns to me. He does something that he doesn’t normally do: he picks up my cup and takes a small sip. I can tell thathe doesn’t love it, but he tries to hide it by keeping his face schooled.
“Tastes like alfalfa,” he mumbles, before going back to the bacon that’s on the stove.
A genuine laugh slips through my lips. “That’s all you have to say, it takes like hay?” I ask. He just shrugs his shoulders, making me shake my head at him in disbelief.
