𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝚄𝚃𝙾𝚁 [ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ]

𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴

4 months later...

Elaine rolls over and faces me as we lay in bed. It's 9AM in the morning and it's a special day. Only Elaine doesn't know it yet.

After months and months of spending my non-busy days out with her and making myself free just for her, I feel like it's the right time.

We've been together for a while, except, we just grew into it. Today, I want to ask her for real and make her mine for real.

She looks up at me with sleepy eyes and a smile before leaving a peck on my lips.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I ask her my usual question. Something that's just grown into our routine.

"Granola bar." She mumbled, nestling herself into my chest and the duvet.

"No tea?"

"Definitely tea."

I leave a kiss on her forehead before pulling myself away and climbing out of bed.

I walk into the kitchen and put the kettle on as well as grabbing a granola bar from the cupboard. Ever since Evelyn's been spending more nights around mine, I've had to stock up on them. She's tried other flavours, but she always sticks to the same.

Once I've made the tea, I walk back into the room with a mug and granola bar in hand.

I place them on her side table before planting a kiss on her lips.

"I've got stuff planned for today. And it's something you can't wear a dress to."

She gives me a look I don't ever want to see again.

"No skirts?" She frowns.

"No skirts... But I promise you will enjoy it."

"I better..." She huffs, grabbing the granola bar and unwrapping it. I kiss her again just because I can't help myself before walking into the bathroom and getting ready.

We are both out the door by midday.

❀❀❀

"Oh, I am not going on that." I breathe, almost laughing.

"Yes, you are." Zion smirks back at me, a motorbike helmet in hand. A blue one with a small Daisy sticker planted on the side at the top where my forehead would be.

"Zion. I can't go on that." I take a couple steps back. Further away from the bike and him.

"You can. And you will. It's just like being in a car. Just no doors and windows." He shrugs, pointing at a car when he talks about it.

"Exactly. There are no fucking doors!" I complain. If he thinks I'm getting on that, there's no way in hell.

"Think about it this way..." he takes a couple steps towards me till we are just a couple inches apart. "You like the window rolled down so the breeze can hit your face, right?"