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“So good, right? He’s a badass sniper. Lonely and charming and talented. And that girl. Ugh… I wish it had a happy ending. This one though takes place in Japan. I wanna go there someday.”
But as soon as the movie is on, I start stroking her hair, and she smiles and leans into my hand.
“Jace,” she whispers and raises her face to mine, her eyes dropping to my lips. “Are we actually watching a movie this time?”
I grin. “Sure. We are so good at it.”
I lean in and kiss her. She scoots up and sneaks her hot palms under my shirt, and there’s no fucking movie in the world that can keep my attention.
When the movie is over—I don’t recall the name or the plot—Lu asks me, “Can you cuddle with me while I fall asleep?”
Fucking yes, Lu!
I do.
Who knew that my happiest would be when we are both at our lowest?
There’s nothing like falling asleep with the girl of my dreams in my arms. I’m not sure I slept at all. This is the highlight of my life.
Waking up in Lu’s bed still wrapped in each other? Surreal.
I feel better, sneak out of her room, and take a bunch of medicine to stay up on my feet.
An hour later, Lu texts me.
Lu: You ran away from me?
I chuckle and walk into her room with a cup of hot coffee.
“No, just woke up and took Pushkin out. And I’m bringing you coffee in bed. Tito will hate you. Especially when it comes with this—”
I lean over and kiss her.
That’s right. About time we started our mornings like this. See? Roommates, friends, close friends, kissing, sharing a bed… I’m on the right track.
She cups my face, and I serve her the first taste of morning coffee on my lips and tongue.
I make breakfast for us. Look who’s turning into a grits-pro! Then I make Lu come to the living room, and we spend a day watching movies.Actuallywatching movies, interrupted by occasional kissing.
“Do you think we get sicker when we do this?” she asks, wrapped around me, her lips planting little kisses on my face that make it hard to keep my body under control.
“Nah. I think it’s medicine,” I say, kissing her neck. “Do you feel better?”
She giggles and snakes her hands under my shirt.
In the evening, we order her favorite burgers from a small joint in Williamsburg and have dinner on the terrace.
She’s in lime-green leggings and that cute plush white hoodie with bunny ears that she looks adorable in. Her nails are a wild lemon color. She loves colors. And burgers, stuffing one in her mouth in a not-so-sophisticated way.
I smile, watching her, forgetting about the burger in my hand.
“What?” She gives me a side-eye.
“You eat like Pushkin.” I laugh, glancing at the mayo at the corner of her lips.
She makes a funny face with crossed eyes.
Fuck, our children would be cute as hell. I just decided that’s my long-term goal.
