Piercing Hatred | ✔️

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~Flora's POV~

Humming, I searched through Knox's fridge for something to eat the next morning, wanting breakfast. I pulled out a carton of eggs and began to make omelets for Knox and I, since he was in the shower.

As I was making his omelet, I heard the heavy sound of Knox's footsteps entering the kitchen but didn't dare to look his way, instead concentrating on trying to fold the omelet in the skillet. His large frame pressed up against me from behind, my back to his chest, and he peeked down to see what I was doing. "Mm." He said in a content hum. "You're making me an omelette." He stated the obvious, curling his large hands over my hips.

I smiled and nodded my head, trying not to laugh at the ticklish feeling when he brushed his lips over my neck. He, for once, didn't do much of anything to distract me while I was cooking, so I managed to finish it up pretty quickly.

The two of us sat on the couch in the living room with our food and I turned on the television whereas Knox began to eat as if he'd never eaten a meal in his life before. I cocked an eyebrow at him and set the remote on the cushion beside my thigh. "Is it good?" I asked after a moment of simply eyeing him, causing his gaze to flick over to mine.

"Delicious." He said, shoving another bite into his mouth. Happy to know that he liked it, I smiled to myself and began to eat as well, quietly watching TV as I did so.

My attention focused on him again once we finished eating, curling my legs up beneath me on the couch. "Has Gabriela tried to contact you since you kicked her out?" I asked, unable to help my curiosity. He shook his head and ran his long fingers through his dark, messily styled hair. "No, luckily for me." He snorted in response. A smile threatened to pull at the edges of my lips at the obvious disdain he seemed to hold for her.

"Do you think she will?" I continued to question, cocking my head to the side. After the way she had so suddenly appeared, the fact that he'd kicked her out was odd to get used to, in the best sort of way. It was as if I was expecting her to pop in again and ruin things.

Knox hummed in thought and paused for a second to consider the possibility. "Probably not." He decided rather quickly, earning a sigh of relief from me. I smiled and brushed my hair behind my ear, crawling across the couch to straddle his lap. "Good." I said softly, leaning into his chest.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist and buried my face into his shoulder, flushing pink in the cheeks. He chuckled softly at my response and I felt the rumble of his chest with the action. It was calming, somehow. "Oh?" Knox teased. "Someone sounds a little bit jealous." He said, and I scowled at how easily he could read me just from the sound of my voice. I pushed at his chest and lifted my head to look at him, huffing. "And?" I grumbled. "So what if I was?" I retorted, playing with the fabric of his shirt absentmindedly.

His lips formed a pretty smile that made my heart soft. "Then I'm sorry for making you sit with that jealousy." He said. "You shouldn't have had to."

The sincerity in his voice and in his eyes as he looked at me had me curling my fingers tighter into his shirt. "That isn't really why I'm glad, though." I admitted, not wanting him to apologize. Sure, I'd been jealous at one point, but I had grown a bit more comfortable with the idea after a while. Just a little.

"I missed you." I added, sliding my arms around the back of his neck. He tightened his hold on my waist and I could've sworn he looked a bit embarrassed at my words, if only for a split second. "Having mornings like this one, just eating breakfast with you in your living room. I think it's in simple moments like this that I realize how important they've become to me."

If I wasn't sure if he had been blushing before, I was now. His cheeks were a deep shade of pink and he turned his head away as if in attempt to hide it from me.

My eyes must've sparkled with how endearing I found it, I was sure, and part of me was glad he didn't see it. "You're blushing." I stated, poorly stifling a laugh. He blushed even harder and then scowled, turning to meet my gaze with his arms still securely around my waist. "Well, what do you expect?" He snipped, trying and failing to play it off due to the fact that I was just grinning at him like a child. "Nobody has ever said anything like that to me before." He muttered.

I placed a soft kiss on his lips, then his jaw. "Somehow I'm not surprised." I said playfully. My fingers began to play with his hair, causing him to lean his head back into my touch.

Knox's eyes fluttered shut while I continued to look at the calmness on his face, a small smile tugging at my lips. My mind began to wander to what he'd said and I bit the inside of my cheek. The fact that he had never been told something like that made me feel both a little bit sad and also a little bit happy that I was the first. It meant he'd remember it more.

Still playing with his soft hair, I placed a lingering kiss on his collarbone and then looked at the calmness in his face. "You deserved better than Gabriela." I said softly, almost to myself since I was positive he was on the verge of falling asleep like this. However, I knew that he had heard me because he hummed quietly, smiling a bit.

"I've already got better." He mumbled sleepily, tightening his arms around me. "Far better."

This time it was my turn to blush brightly, a fact which I was grateful he didn't have his eyes open to see. I leaned my head against his shoulder, attempting to will away the heat in my cheeks.

And we spent much of the rest of the day like that, wrapped in each other's arms and occasionally breaking into soft spoken conversations. It was a quiet, comfortable day that I looked forward to having many more of with him, even if we didn't speak for a lot of it. I liked this gentle air that fell over us.

In it, we didn't need to pierce the silence. Not anymore, at least.