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46. | ɪ'ʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ
ᴛᴡ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏᴍᴇꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ
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𝚝𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢 | 𝟾𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 |
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍, his eyes falling upon his girlfriend preparing lunch. Her skilled hands danced across the cutting board, delicately slicing a fresh head of lettuce with precise movements. As she worked, a symphony of colors emerged as she added an array of crisp vegetables, each slice falling gracefully into the awaiting bowl.
The rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the cutting board blended harmoniously with Y/N's gentle hum, creating a soothing melody that fills the room. The melodic strains of music played in the background, emanating from the speakers, with the familiar tunes of Fleetwood Mac drifting through the air.
A smile tugged at Mason's lips as he basked in the familiarity of the sound. Since Y/N had moved in, Fleetwood Mac had become more than just her favorite band; it had woven its way into his heart, gradually becoming his favorite too. Each time the melodic notes reached his ears, an instant wave of nostalgia and warmth washed over him, and his thoughts instantly became entwined with memories of Y/N.
"What are you doing?"
Mason's eyes locked in on his girlfriend, noticing that she was looking at him while chopping. She giggled, knowing she had caught him off guard. The football player smiled, approaching the kitchen island as the girl continued to prep her vegetables, making a fresh salad for lunch for them.
"I can't just stare at a beautiful girl." Mason raised an eyebrow, taking a seat on the counter stool and placing his elbows on the counter.
"No, it's weird," she joked, chopping a couple of carrots. Mason rolled his eyes and grabbed a piece of the orange vegetable, throwing it back into his mouth.
"I think it's quite sexy, actually." He rebutted, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to snack on Y/N's carrots.
The girl rolled her eyes, not bothering to say anything.
"Anyways, I came here for a reason," Mason sighed, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. He unlocked it and navigated to his camera roll, scrolling through a series of pictures. Once he found the one he was searching for, he turned his phone around, showing the image to Y/N.
"What do you think about this?" he asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Y/N squinted, studying the picture of a beautifully sketched design. Her curiosity piqued, and she leaned in for a closer look. "What is it?" she asked, her brow furrowing with intrigue.
