along the cushions as she looked to me. “I texted Calum to see what time he thinks he’ll get here, but he hasn’t responded yet.”
Oh, was this when I not-so-slyly told her that Calum had already told me he wouldn’t be making it tonight? Right.
I kicked off my shoes moving to sit on the couch with her. I had to hoist her feet up to sit under them, but once I did, I rested those pretty little feet on my lap, running my hands along the bottom of her legs. Her jeans stopped me from feeling the soft skin I knew was underneath, but I didn’t care.
“He messaged me, actually,” I said, earning a risen brow from her.
“He did?”
“Yeah, said he wouldn’t be able to make it tonight. He’s coming tomorrow.” A grin spread on my face like wildfire, and I turned its full power on her. “Seems you and I will have this place all to ourselves tonight. Anything you’d like to do to utilize that time together?” I was aware I was talking like a weirdo, but I didn’t care. It worked, because Bree chuckled.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, sitting up and pulling her legs off me.
Sure, sure she didn’t. I didn’t push her, though. I knew if, it was going to happen, it would happen naturally.
I turned on the television and got up to make dinner. I wasn’t a fantastic cook, but I was getting better. That was the thing about practice; you got better, even when you didn’t think you were. Practice would never make me a perfect cook, but at least it would make my food more edible.
Besides, I was hardcore thrilled to see the surprised, appreciative smile that Bree always wore when I cooked her something new and tasty.
Tonight would be lasagna. It took a lot more work than just pasta and sauce, but it felt better in your stomach, too. More filling. Meatier. Mmm. Once it was in the oven, cooking, I returned to the couch beside her, sitting on the cushion near her, immediately tossing my arm over her shoulders.
To think, how far we’d come in such a short time. I truly couldn’t imagine my life without her. Never was I so thankful for being late to class. Fate had a hand in helping me that day, guiding me to where I needed to be: beside her, with her, loving her. I would never give Bree up.
Bree leaned her cheek on my shoulder, snuggling into me as she breathed me in. “I really do love you,” she whispered. We were watching some new show on Netflix, something about gothic teenagers who didn’t look like teenagers, doing magic and everything. Bree liked that stuff, so I sucked it up and watched it with her.
I’d watch anything with her.
I turned my head towards her, giving her a grin. “I love you, too,” I murmured, gently touching her chin and tilting her head up, placing a soft kiss on those lips.
Bree moved, and suddenly we were on the couch, her back laying down on the cushions and me above her, our mouths still connected, still hungry for the other. Needy, urgent, grasping. I let my hands travel along her body, taking in every curve beneath her shirt. It was almost ridiculous how easily my body was set afire when I touched her; it only made me want to keep touching her, to never stop.
I ran a tongue along her bottom lip, and she responded by parting those lips, allowing my tongue to slide between them and meet hers. I was rewarded with a sigh from her lungs, and I swallowed the sound up.
Bree still thought, sometimes, she wasn’t good enough. She still occasionally lost herself to her depression, but I was always there to help her out of it, to remind her that I wasn’t going anywhere, that she was good enough, that everything in life had a purpose. And if I wasn’t with her to say all those things, Calum was. She didn’t believe us, but that was okay. We would each be there for her, even when she wasn’t expecting it.
My hands snaked beneath her shirt, and I cupped her breasts, massaging those round, beautiful things as I ravaged her mouth. This was pretty normal for us. Me, being greedy when it came to her upper half, not wanting to push her for the rest of her body. Bree, taking whatever I gave her and reciprocating.