We got out of the shower and cleaned up, I went to go cook breakfast. Afterwards we went to my bedroom and just talked, laying in each other’s arms. Her in my clothes.  And I was at peace for the first time in years. And the little thoughts of doubt didn’t come. 

We lay in bed together holding hands whispering to each other when she finally asked, “What...is this?  what are we?”

“What do you want it to be?” I asked, scared to tell her I wanted this to be more. 

“I like this, us I mean. It’s..refreshing.” She said, keeping her head down. I looked at her lovingly before answering. 

“I like this too, I think I,” I paused looking at her for courage “like you, and want to maybe make something out of this, if you want.” I spoke hesitantly searching her for any sign of disgust or opposition in her eyes. 

“I’d really really like that.” she smiled at me as she said it, obviously happy I had confessed first.

“I’ve never seen you so shy before.” I said, interlocking our fingers as we lay on my bed like teenagers in love. 

“Shut up.” she playfully nudged me showing her annoyance. 

We laughed and she rolled into me. She made me feel those butterflies the young talk about. She made me feel at home. Even if it was early I could feel myself taking a great liking to her.

“But if we do this I should tell you something.” I said trying to build faux suspense. 

“What is it?” she said obviously worried. 

“I’m a ‘Ms’ not ‘Mrs’, I’m not married.” 

“Yea but Mrs looks so much better when you write it.”  she whined 

“Yea but saying ‘Ms’ sounds  better.”

‘So you do like being called that! I knew it!” she laughed. 

I laughed and raised my arms so she could lay her head onto my chest. As she did so I basked in her warmth, loving her body pressed up against mine. Not even in a sexual way, just her presence comforted me. We stayed like that, pressing ever close to each other, for a while. I lost track of time and quite frankly I didn’t care. I was happy. Happy. What an odd word.  Only a short week ago I thought I knew what it meant, but now it has a new meaning. Her. 

I thought to myself  ‘Corny as it is, I think she’s my new meaning.’ I giggled to myself. 

“What’re you laughing at?” she said, being playfully mad. 

I just stared at her. 

“Yes” I said before Laying back down “now let’s rest my-“ I Almost said it but I caught myself. 

“Your..” she said slyly. She knew what I was going to say, she wanted me to say it. 

“My love.” I said, glancing down at her.

She rewarded me with the most beautiful smile before nuzzling into me. 

“I could let myself fall for you.” I heard her say ever so faintly.

“I think I already have.” I said back.

**Sorry its a short one but Its sweet yk :) also Im writing like 7 parts ahead an dyall are fucked, Like, F u c k e d. J sayin