The Endearment of a Twin-flame || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

30 - Obsessed

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Nothing in this short life of mine has ever felt as sweet, or as peaceful as this; falling asleep and waking up, wrapped in the arms of the one I love.

I knew it was time for us to get up based off of the sun shining through the window and the sound of the birds chirping as they flew by, but I didn't want this heavenly moment to end. So I snuggled my face into Anakin's chest and listened to the sound of his soft breathing. His hold on me tightened the closer I got, which brought a smile to my face.

Being this much in love is truly one of the best feelings in the world, and to have him love me just as much back makes it all the more endearing.

Words can't describe how lucky I felt.

Clovis and I never dared to do something as bold as this, which goes to show just how much more Anakin means to me. My dad would kill me if he found out about him spending the night, but it was definitely worth the risk. I know I'll be risking it over and over again until one day, when we have our lives sorted out, we have a place of our own.

Call me crazy for planning my future with someone I've only known for two months, but I know in my heart that he's the one. It's been beating his name since I looked into his eyes for the first time, I was just too blinded by my wasted loyalty to Clovis to notice. That's the only way I can explain how my heart healed so fast, it moved on quicker than my mind could keep up.

I was pulled away from my love struck thoughts by Anakin shifting his position, his hold strengthening, "Baby," He whispered, but I didn't answer. I wanted him to think I was still asleep, I was afraid he was about to tell me that he needed to go. Which he should, the longer he's here the more likely it is for him to get caught, but I desperately wanted to stay like this forever, "Baby I know you're awake, I don't hear you snoring anymore." He then proceeded to make the most obnoxious snoring sound imaginable.

I raised my head from his chest and peered up at him with narrowed eyes, "I don't snore, especially not like that." I defended myself. He was making me sound like I snored like an old grandpa who smoked two packs of cigs' a day for the last thirty to forty years.

He smirked as he quietly chuckled, "I know you don't, but I knew that'd get you to stop faking." He raised a brow.

"Oh," Damn he's good, or I'm just that gullible, "I just don't want you to go." I whined and it came out muffled as I buried my face back into his bare chest.

He squeezed me tight once more as his chest rumbled with his low laughs, before gently backing away so our eyes could meet, "How about this," He lowered his lips down and pressed them to my forehead, "I get dressed and climb out the window," He went lower and kissed the short space between my eyes, "I go down the street to grab my bike," He then brought his lips to the tip of my nose and my heart raced with each and every peck as my smile widened, "Ride down here and come to the front door to pick you up so I can take you to breakfast." Lastly, he kissed me on my lips and I returned the gesture while trailing my fingertips along his jawline.

The kiss was short and sweet, and nearly gave me a heart attack from how hard my heart was pounding. I wasn't just in love, I was completely obsessed, "Sounds perfect to me." I whispered.

His smile grew as he rubbed my lips with his thumb, "And I'll make sure it's a place that has blueberry pancakes."

My eyes widened when he spoke of my second obsession, "I'll be ready in fifteen minutes." I grabbed the hem of my blanket and tossed it off of me before getting out of bed while wearing his T-shirt. Which I now just realized I'm going to have to give back.