When they got home, they were exhausted from running around the theme park like little kids on Christmas.
They all go upstairs and get changed into more comfy clothes.
CORA'S POV!
I flop down on Clay's bed and open my phone while i wait for him to finish brushing his teeth. He walks out the bathroom fully clothed with his hair damp and lies down on my chest which is the same position we were in this morning and i put down my phone to play with his hair.
"Hello." He says.
"Hi."
"You ok?" He asks.
"Yeah, just tired." I say with a yawn.
"Hmm."
We sit in silence before he breaks it.
"The surprise doesn't end there."
I look down at him surprised, "Really? I thought after all that it would be over."
"Well, it isn't. We are going to Paris, France." He says with a smile.
I sit up which causes him to frown at the lost contact with my chest.
"The City of love, Paris?"
"Mhm." He says with a nod.
"Thank you!" I say with a hug.
"You're welcome."
"By the way, we are going on a date tomorrow." He follows.
"Mmm, what do i wear?" I ask.
"Something comfy."
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The morning after, I woke up to strong hands wrapped around me. Clay. I turn around to see him peacefully sleeping with his eyes closed, at this angle i coulf count all his freckles—there 47 by the way.
"Goodmorning." He says in a raspy voice as he slowly wakes up, still facing me.
"Hmm, goodmorning." I reply.
One, two— yep, still 47 freckles.
"What are you doing?" He asks with a smile.
"Counting your freckles." I say quietly, barely even audible.
"Well, you can count my freckles later. I am going to make you breakfast." He says in the same tone as me and kisses my nose.
As he gets up, i frown at the loss of warmth from him but still stand up.
He turns around as i do, "No, you are going to wait in this room for your well deserved breakfast. You didn't eat dinner last night." He says as he pushes me back down on the bed, i just stay seated.
"But—"
"No buts, my love. You will stay here in this room." He says.
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