Hang Your Halo

Fifteen

I haven't proofread since I'm fighting to keep my eyeballs open lol, so if something doesn't make sense, point it out and I'll fix it in the morning xoxo 💋

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"They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest.  They got their hands at my neck this time.  But you're the one that I want and if that's really so wrong, then they don't know what this feeling is like"
This Feeling x The Chainsmokers feat. Kelsea Ballerini

Beckham

Hot.  Why am I so hot right now?

Is the first thought I have when I start to wake up this morning.  As I start to come to my senses a little more, I realize I'm plastered against a very large, naked chest.  Mmm, Jake.  Flashbacks of last night flip through my mind and I snuggle in closer, loving the warmth he puts off. 

"Good morning sunshine.  Sleep good?" he asks, the gravelly sound of his morning voice damn near making my mouth water. 

"Mmmm, I slept amazing.  Granted, I was thoroughly exhausted, but I was definitely cozy right here in my spot.  What about you?" 

"I was also thoroughly exhausted, but I slept amazing having you all wrapped up around me.  You're better than an ambien, short stack.  This might have to be a recurring thing now," he chuckles back at me.  "Also, that shirt looks way better on you than it could ever even think about being on me!" 

He peppers kisses all across my neck and shoulder where the top of his shirt has slipped down since it's so huge on me.  It's super ticklish, making me squeal and push his face away while giggling like a middle schooler.  I hop out of the bed and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, Jake following behind me.  We brush our teeth in comfortable silence and the ease of our domesticity makes me grin.  I'm annoyed with how long we pushed away our feelings in fear, it could have been like this the whole time!   Now that I sit back and think about it, I've either subconsciously compared every guy I dated to him (shockingly, none ever measured up) or I've been ok with a shallow relationship because I had the emotional connection that I needed. 

I must have been thinking hard about it, because Jake reaches out and rubs his thumb between my eyebrows before asking "What's got you so serious, angel?"  I relax my eyebrows and spit out my toothpaste before replying. 

"Just thinking about how we could have had this all along."  I tell him as I step closer and wrap my arms around his waist. 

"Who knows though, I've had lots of emotional growth since then.  We could have tried and failed, I think we're right where we're meant to be."  With a smile, he kisses my forehead and turns to walk out of the bathroom. 

"I just had a probably bad, but also amazing idea," I tell my pretend husband over fluffy homemade waffles in the kitchen. 

He pauses, fork stopping its journey to his open mouth, and raises his eyebrow at me.  "Do tell, tiny."  

"Ok sooooo, you know how we did the best at remembering our cover names when they were on our foreheads?  I was thinking...what if we got tattoos?" I explained. 

He places his fork down on the plate and leans his chin on his fist.  "I'm not saying yes, but continue."  

"Ok so it's super common to get your spouses name or their initial on your ring finger or wrist or somewhere like that now.  We could always get them lasered off later," I shrug.