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Amari and Derek were lying in his bed, her head on top of his chest as he drew lazy swirls on her bare shoulder. Their breathing had evened out and they were trapped in a bubble of tranquility and peace, with the only other person they wanted to spend their mornings with.

"You know what I was thinking?" Amari whispered.

"What?" Derek whispered back with a cute smile on his face.

"I screwed up the first time when I chose Chase and—let me finish," she told him when he opened his mouth to interrupt her, "and I really don't want to waste anymore time. Derek.

"Yes pretty girl?" He tiled his head to the side, his smile never wavering, neither did the absolute look of adoration in his eyes as he stared at her.

"I like you. More than I'm willing to admit. It took hating you, fighting you and fucking you to help me realize that we haven't been just friends for a long time. When I wake every morning, I find myself eager to start the day because I get to see you. When I go to sleep every night, I do it with a smile because I know a new day is another day to spend with you. I...like you."

Derek pulled her to him, pressing a kiss on her hairline. "I like you too Mari. I don't have some big speech, just a question?"

"Hmm?" Amari replied.

Derek smiled and cupped her cheeks, "We've been kept apart, I think we can both agree, for longer than necessary. So, in the spirit of making up for lost time, will you be my girlfriend?"

Amari nodded, laughing in joy.

"Is that a yes?" He asked.

"Yes!" She nodded. "It's definitely a yes."

"Well then come here baby, let me show you how happy I am that it's a yes." He mumbled before pulling her in for a kiss.

He kissed her hungrily before he rolled her over so that he was on top of her.

"I guarantee you that this is going to make you happier than you are now." He smirked down at her.

Amari trailed her hands over his abs, "I'm holding you to that, Derek Morgan."

"I know you are." He muttered before kissing her once again.

"What do we tell them?" Amari asked when they pulled up in the parking lot of the bureau. "How do we tell them?"

𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙪𝙫𝙖𝙩     ;     d.morganWhere stories live. Discover now