You Belong with Me

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The soft morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room where Becky lay in Freen's embrace. Freen, lost in peaceful slumber, breathed rhythmically beside her. Becky's eyes traced the delicate curves of Freen's face, fingers lightly following the contours, admiring the effortless beauty that persisted even in sleep.

A moment of quiet contemplation passed as Becky took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The realization dawned upon her-it was Freen's room. Thoughts of Freen's proposal to move in together lingered, excitement bubbling within her. Simultaneously, a tinge of concern surfaced. At 21, Becky wasn't of legal age, and the prospect of her parents' reluctance loomed.

Deciding to seize the morning, Becky gently extricated herself from Freen's embrace, placing a quick, tender kiss on Freen's forehead before making her way to the bathroom. As she freshened up, the idea of cooking for Freen crossed her mind.

"I heard that cooking for a loved one might tighten their love... maybe I should try," Becky mused to herself, a mix of uncertainty and determination in her voice. Cooking wasn't her forte; in fact, it was the last thing she wanted to do. However, the vision of Freen's joy at her effort spurred her on.

With a hesitant glance at the fridge, Becky began her culinary endeavor. "I don't know what I'm going to cook, but I hope the result will satisfy," she whispered, determined to create a breakfast that would bring a smile to Freen's face. The rhythmic sounds of utensils and the occasional sizzle filled the air as Becky navigated the kitchen, her thoughts filled with the hope that her humble attempt at breakfast would convey the depth of her feelings for Freen.

Freen POV

As I awoke, the realization dawned upon me that Becky was not beside me. Determined to find her, I ventured into the kitchen, where a delightful surprise awaited. There she was, engrossed in cooking, her efforts apparent despite the visible struggle. A warm feeling enveloped me as I observed her secretly, appreciating the genuine effort she put into the task.

Amused by the sight, I couldn't help but think, "Oh, she's cooking for me. That's cute." However, my amusement turned to surprise when Becky, attempting to cut vegetables, winced in pain as the knife grazed her finger. Without hesitation, I rushed to her aid, concern etched across my face.

"Are you okay?" I inquired, swiftly closing the stove and guiding Becky away from the kitchen to tend to her injured finger. As I applied iodine, my worry surfaced, "You shouldn't have to do that. I'm worried if something happens to you."

In response, Becky shared her motivation, "I want to impress you. Seriously, I've heard that cooking for a loved one can be appreciated even more." Her sincerity touched me deeply, but I couldn't help but express my feelings, "But you're already perfect for me. Just your existence is enough. I appreciate you being in my life. I truly love you, and that feeling intensifies day by day. You have no idea the impact you've brought into my life."

Becky blushed at my confession, responding with affection by kissing my cheeks. With a promise to prepare breakfast, I urged her to stay put while I worked swiftly in the kitchen. The morning unfolded with a blend of warmth, sincerity, and the sweet aroma of a breakfast prepared with love.

As the evening unfolded in Freen's cozy living room, the atmosphere was so inviting that it made hanging out there feel incredibly easy, even for Becky. With both of them in no mood to venture outside, they opted for a lazy day, cuddling on the couch and watching a movie together. Freen, in her own house, embraced the comfort of the moment, relishing in the affectionate gestures from Becky.

As the movie progressed, a scene depicting an intimate moment caught Becky off guard. She quickly averted her gaze, feeling a mix of intrigue and embarrassment about the intricacies of their relationship. Admitting to herself that she wasn't quite ready for such intimacy, Becky found her eyes unintentionally drawn to Freen's features-the eyes, the nose, and, finally, those perfect lips.