My Juliet, My Special Girl ( 18+ | cove holden x mc/jamie last - our life )

shit, he's so pretty

Comfortable silence.

I sip my glass of orange juice as the warm sun pours into the room on my skin. Cliff Holden's condo is of the same design as my moms' house across the street- wall-to-wall glass window panes and an exceptional view of a white poppy field and the familiar shoreline.

I close my eyes, basking in the citrus-colored dawn sunlight. My chilled juice meets my lips and the sweet flavor floods my tongue. I close my eyes and enjoy the treat, poured for me by my own sunshine.

Cove has only just stopped crying. He is seated next to me, nursing his own tall glass of orange juice and self-served breakfast.

They were happy tears, of course. 

Cove Holden is known to many as a sentimental person. This quiet moment is going to make it on the list of life-changing developments in our future together, after all. Only an instant ago, he offered his future home to me. 

He asked me to move in with him. After he gets his own place and I finish school, he wants me to move into his apartment with him. 

After I agreed and we celebrated with joyful tears, we fell into a comfortable silence. Both of us find ourselves daydreaming about what it would be like to be older and living alone together.

Cove and I are very attached, beyond being best friends and beyond being partners. This plan for the future has given both of us some better security. It has made the looming tension- over me going away for college- better. Unspokenly so, but regardless.

At the beginning of the summer, I told Cove about my college acceptances. They're all very nice schools, ranging from public universities to private colleges to assorted other programs- it's my pick. To pursue my dream career, higher education is necessary. Whereas, Cove already has a job and a fund for his future going. His passion is ORCA and beach conservation- which we've been doing together for a while now. 

My main dream for the future is him.

There had been so much fuss about the inevitability of us parting ways. Now is another guarantee- that we will come back together and not have to part again.

I find myself imagining our life living together. We would have mornings like this one and... nights like last night. Even better, we'll be older and thus not require permission from our parents to have a sleepover.

Last night. Probably the reason why our parents don't usually allow us to have sleepovers. And why Cove has gotten so used to coming in through my window as a workaround. That was until we both became (technically) adults. Not to mention, official partners.  

However, us dipping our toes into sexual territory should never have been anyone's concern. Until recently, I suppose. But they don't have to ever know that.

My mind flickers with moments of last night. The evening was spent eating watermelon on the beach and walking along the shore- a common date for Cove and I. He had been acting strangely- distant. He had something on his mind that he wanted to talk about it, but continuously got flustered and embarrassed. Adorable in its own right, but opened up a new world of communication about intimacy and boundaries.

He expressed that being with me is a dream and that the usual kissing and affection we share are wonderful. He, however, would like to explore new horizons. To summarize his words, kissing and touching just feels so nice, but sometimes... it's not enough. We talked about trying some new things and the rest is history.

We didn't necessarily go all the way, but we did wade in uncharted waters. We also talked a lot about what we liked, when to cool down, things to try, etc... A moment in his bedroom before his dad got home.