Woke

32.)

Kiara:

I yanked my front door open in preparation to fight my boyfriend. "Your dumb ass better have a good reason for making me get up this early on our first snow day--"

Chris' lips met mine in such a passionate way, that my heart immediately began to pound. There was a special kind of love in this kiss that just hit different. My nagging was cut short, as I gripped his arm to pull him closer to me.

Handing me a small vase of pink and red roses, Chris smiled brightly. "Happy Valentine's Day."

My mouth dropped open. "Aw, baby... now I feel like a bitch for snapping at you."

"Darling, you always snap at me." He laughed at the look I gave him. He then began to take off his coat and shoes, putting the coat on the rack and his sneakers by the door. "Go get dressed... breakfast should be done by the time you're ready."

"Okay, but I've got lunch covered." I pressed another kiss on his lips and started to make my way back up the stairs.

"Make sure you brush them teeth too!" I flipped him off, before running to my bathroom to shower. I quickly did so, then lotioned my body and brushed my teeth. Afterwards, I did my morning routine on my face. Running into my closet, I threw on a grey oversized t-shirt and black, fuzzy socks. I pulled off my bonnet and threw my hair up into a loose ball.

"Don't you look so elegant and refined on this beautiful Wednesday morning?" Chris teased, when I came back down the steps.

"You're so mean to me." I pouted.

"Babe, you were mean to me for nearly a month." Chris smiled. "Let me get a few licks in."

I rolled my eyes, examining the table to see what he made. There were different fruits, eggs, bacon, sausage links, bagels, with a large jug of cold pomegranate juice and 2 chilled bottles of Prosecco beside two tall glasses.

I looked at him. "Does your mom just buy you wine or champagne whenever you like?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I took these from their cellar. Won't even miss them."

I nodded, thanking him as he pulled a chair out for me. We sat down and fixed our breakfast, while making small talk. One thing I loved about Chris' and I's relationship was how every little word and sentence held meaning in someway. We were always checking in on each other-- be it me asking Chris if he had a good night's sleep, or him making sure I actually ate a proper meal. Everything about us seemed so right, it almost felt like a fever dream.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" I asked, taking a bite out of a delicious blueberry bagel. "I know you had some plans for tonight. Did the weather ruin that?"

Chris shook his head. "It honestly makes it even better. That way we can spend the whole day together, instead of just the nighttime because of school. We'll spend the daytime relaxing, then tonight... I'm gonna take you somewhere special."

I smiled in excitement. "Sounds like a plan."

Chris then made me a mixture of the juice and wine. "Have you ever had a winter wonderland mimosa?"

I shook my head. "You're tryna get me day drunk?"

After the party at Eric's, as well as Chris and I's amazing trip to DC, I'd found myself drinking more. Not at a crazy, always partying level where I was starting to become an alcoholic, but more so confidently. I just felt less afraid of alcohol than before. My mom was very nonchalant about it, so long as I was responsible. I really only touched drinks with low percentages like wine and champagne, or enjoyed the drinks that concealed liquor best, like margaritas and cocktails. Chris had also found himself drinking more, which was fun. We had similar vibes when tipsy or drunk, so we always enjoyed each other's company. It was much easier to drink around people you trust.