As I sit here with him, I let myself fully relax.
The rest of our night is filled with comfortable silence as we watch the movie and eat, but that’s ok, because our actions speak louder than words ever can.
As we climb the stairs, I’m overcome with a feeling of gratefulness. Because for the first time in my life, I think that I’m actually grateful that my parents turned me away. If they hadn’t, then I wouldn’t be here right now, and that in itself would be a shame. Because right here in Beckett’s arms is where I belong.
I don’t know what the end of summer looks like, and honestly, I don’t really wanna think about it. Right now, looks pretty damn good. I curl up in his arms, and I fall asleep in his bed with a small smile on my lips because the man that I am very quickly falling for might just choose me back.
22
SLOANE
He’s my best friend. A puppy that I’ve known for a few weeks.Is that pathetic?
Probably, but he already knows all my secrets, so I can’t exactly not keep him.
He’s an Australian Collie mix, and he is absolutely stunning. An ice coffee-colored coat with little white patches. He even has that condition where you have one blue eye and one brown eye. I really couldn’t have picked a more perfect name for him.
I think Beck likes him, too. I caught them cuddling on the couch this morning when I woke up, and I had to take a picture.
All I wanted to do was post it everywhere. Show off my gorgeous man and my cute puppy.
But we haven’t had that talk yet. Or really any kind of talk about what this is supposed to be or where it’s going.
I don’t want to think about it, because if I do, I think about how it could all be over and how I might have to leave Mocha here so that Beckett doesn’t get lonely, and then I just get double sad.
So I pretend like it’s not happening.
“Did you two already have breakfast?” I ask as I sip on my coffee and answer the few emails that I knew were coming today.
“No, we were waiting for you. Weren’t we bud?” He asks, and Mocha lets out a little bark.
“Ok, I can make you guys pancakes if you want. I was gonna have some eggs and avocado toast.”
“That’s fine, you don’t have to make me anything special.”
“Ok,” I mumble, with a shrug.
“You spoil him too much,” Beckett says, coming into the kitchen and pouring himself a cup of coffee, sitting at the counter.
“I do not, he deserves it. Who knows what kind of life he lived before this?”
He rolls his eyes at me playfully, but I catch the hint of affection. He doesn’t fight me on it, so if I had to guess, then I’d say that he knows I’m right.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks, coming up behind me and wrapping me into his chest.
“You pick today. I picked what we did the last few times,” I whine, relaxing into his strong arms.
“Well, are you feeling ok?” He asks, kissing the side of my neck.
“Yes, I actually feel significantly better than I did earlier this week. So I’m pretty game for whatever,” I tell him honestly.
He’s quiet for a few moments, like he’s thinking about what to say. “Go put on an outfit you’re ok with getting dirty. I’d suggest jeans and maybe a hat. I’ll get everything ready, including Mocha.”
I turn to look at him over my shoulder, but he’s already walking away, heading outside with Mocha right on his heels.
I braid my hair before putting on my Converse and an old tee and making my way outside.
When I find Beckett, he’s changed into what can only be described as ‘hot country man’dark jeans, a brown tee that fits him too well, and abackwardbaseball cap.
