☔︎ Fuck Off ☔︎

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LORELAI CAMPBELL

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LORELAI CAMPBELL

I look up at him and he smiles at me. He doesn't say anything, he just smiles at me.

"You're fucking playing with me." I look back at the laptop and then switch my gaze to him again.

"Fortunately not."

"Why?"

"Why am I not playing with you?" He asks as if the question is funny. It kind of is but I need to know why he would ever do this.

I nod my head.

"Because I want to see you succeed. I want to see you grow more after this. I want to see you finally put out the android and have many people doing interviews on her and about her. I want your name out there. I want your years of hardwork to finally pay off."

He agreed to be an anonymous partner and give out two million dollars for whatever I have left to do. He paid for everything. I leap up into his arms and give him a tight hug. I breathe in his scent and sigh in content because he feels like home.

He finally feels like home. A home I want to stay in. Where my heart is safe and sound.

"Thank you so much. I-" I cut myself off and try to see if I feel anything for what I'm about to say. "I love you."

It feels natural slipping off my tongue. I want to tell him more but I save myself the embarrassment of being this soft.

I don't hear anything besides his breathing and my breathing. He didn't say it back.

"Give me a moment." He mumbles before another short silence falls between us. He lets me down and attacks my lips with a long deep kiss.

"Ares-"

"I love you too."

The sparkle in his eyes tell me everything I need to know. The grin on his face widened with each second of us looking at each other. If my smile wasn't visible, my eyes were giving a Chesire grin.

"Are you hungry?" He asks.

"Starving." I drop my head on his chest and it vibrates with laughter. I peek through my closed eyes and admire his laugh. The small lines on the side of his face.

He makes me a hearty breakfast which I'm thankful for because I really am starving. I don't know where all this hunger came from. While I'm watching him slave away in the kitchen wearing nothing but pajama pants, I get a thought in my head.

"I want to get my next tattoo." I pose the idea and he raises an eyebrow for me to continue. "It's a small one."

"Will you tell me what it is?" He plates the food onto two plates. I can't resist as I pick a piece of bacon off the plate.

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