I wrap my arm around her back and hold her there.
“Fuck.”
She laughs small and breathless. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Melly.”
I get out of bed, throw a pair of sweats on, and go to the bathroom. I come back with a warm washcloth and sit on the edge of the bed. She closes her eyes and lets me clean her. I don’t say anything. She doesn’t say anything. But her face does the soft thing it did last night as she watches me, and I’m going to be a man who does this for her for the rest of our lives.
I toss the washcloth in the laundry.
“Hungry?” I ask.
She lifts her head and nods. Her hair’s a complete disaster. There’s a pillow line on her cheek. Her lipstick from last night is mostly gone except for a faint stain at the corner of her mouth. She’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
“What?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
Her eyelids fall a little.
“You’re —”
She touches her hair. “I probably look insane.”
“You look perfect.”
“Stop it.”
“You’re beautiful, Melly.”
She covers her face with both hands. “Stop.”
I grab her wrists. “Don’t hide your face from me.”
She mutters, “I will.”
I tug at her arms. “You’re my girlfriend now.”
She drops her hands with a cute smirk on her lips and bright eyes. “Stop it, Blue.”
I watch her and smile. “Let’s go get food.”
We get up.
I dig through my dresser and throw her a pair of sweats. She holds them up to her front and gives me a look.
“Blue, these are huge.”
“Roll them.”
“They’re going to fall off.”
“Then they fall off. We’re going eight feet to the kitchen.”
I throw her a t-shirt, and she pulls the t-shirt over her head. It comes down to her thighs. She steps into the sweats and rolls them twice at the waist. She stands in the middle of my room, swimming in my clothes with her hair piled up on top of her head in a knot that’s already coming loose.
I want to put her in my clothes every day for the rest of my life.
