Chapter 25

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Hardins Pov

Y/n runs into our bedroom wearing no clothes at all. I follow not long after her.

I walk into our room, steam filling up the room due to the bathroom door being open. I enter through the bathroom door.

I see Y/ns figure standing in the shower. I pull down my boxers again and walk over to the shower.

"Hi." Y/n whisper when I enter the shower.

"Hey."

She rests her head on my chest, wrapping her small arms around my waist.

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After almost an hour of standing in the shower with Y/n we decided we would get out and not waste all the hot water. 

I watch as Y/n wraps a towel around her glistening, wet body. Fuck. This girl is driving me insane.

"You okay?" I quickly snap my head the other way before responding with a quick "yes."

Y/n walks out of the bathroom and into our bedroom.

"What do you want for dinner?" she asks me. She is now wearing bike shorts and? Is that the top I wore today?

"Is that the top I was wearing today?"

"Yeah I like the smell of you." she shrugs.

I pull on a pair of boxes and shorts before sliding a clean top over my head just for now. I walk out into the kitchen to see Y/n pulling stuff out from the cabinets and the refrigerator.

She spins around on her heels, straighting herself. "So I was thinking we could have a creamy chicken pasta."

"Sounds good to me." I say walking over to her, embracing her in a tight hug.

I pull away from the hug, placing a soft kiss on her temples.

I walk over to our couch, picking up my book I was previously writing in.

I plop down onto the couch, and start writing again.

After what feels like only minutes Y/n calls me over to the table for dinner. I quickly look over on what I just wrote. 

I stand up and walk over to the table, taking a seat in one of the chairs.

I pick up my fork and take a bite.

"Y/n this tastes amazing, you should make this more often." I say with my mouth full.

She doesn't respond, just continues eating.

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Word count: 442
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