Beautiful Boy

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two years later...

amara haven

I sat at my desk with papers scattered everywhere and my laptop in front of me.

"Amara," Nic's voice carried into the room in a sing-song tone.

"Hm?" I muttered, rubbing my temples as I continued to take notes.

"Did you forget about tonight?" He asked.

"No, of course not," I replied, "I'm just... I have to get this done, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he kissed my head, "Can I help at all?"

"I don't know," I sighed.

"Okay," he pondered for a moment, "Let me know if I can."

I nodded.

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After four hours of cramming, I finished the paper.

I yawned and stretched my shoulders, taking my glasses off and running a hand through my hair.

My eyes caught the clock and it read 9:23 PM.

A wave of regret washed over me.

The reservation Nic had made was for seven-thirty.

I got up and walked out of our room, he was sitting with a book in the lounge.

"Nic, I'm so sorry, I-"

He put the book down and got up, "It's okay, Mara," he said, walking around the sofa, "We can still go out."

"Well... yes, but I got so caught up in that stupid paper that I ruined the nice evening you planned and-"

"Amara," he brought his hands to my shoulders, "Don't overthink it."

"But-"

"It's okay," he pulled me against his chest.

We'd been officially together for two years and we were happier than ever.

"I have an idea," he said.

I moved my chin to his chest to look at him.

He looked down, "We could get crappy takeout and go to the view point."

"Like old times?" I questioned.

He nodded, "Exactly."

"I'm really sorry," I said again.

"Don't apologise," he kissed my nose, "Just go get dressed."

"I am dressed," I pulled back from him and twirled in my joggers and hoodie.

He chuckled, "If that's what you want to wear... wear it."

I giggled, "Give me a few minutes to shower and whatever."

"I'll come with you," he followed after me.

I rolled my eyes, "If you insist."