we might be falling in love - patricio o' ward

girls vs. boys

November 20th, 2022

As the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, Patricio stirred from his slumber, his senses slowly awakening to the warmth of Astraea nestled beside him. With a contented sigh, he shifted slightly, his arm instinctively pulling her closer as he brushed a gentle kiss against her forehead.

Astraea, her eyes fluttering open, met his gaze with a soft smile, her heart swelling with affection as she returned the embrace, reveling in the peaceful stillness of the morning.

"Good morning, Pato," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness as she pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek.

"Good morning, mi amor," Patricio murmured, his voice laced with warmth as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers tracing gentle patterns against her skin.

As they lay entwined in each other's arms, the soft glow of the morning casting a golden hue over the room, they shared a moment of quiet intimacy, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of their love.

With a soft chuckle, Patricio reluctantly untangled himself from Astraea's embrace, his gaze lingering on her as he rose from the bed, the warmth of her presence lingering like a gentle caress.

As he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up, Astraea stretched languidly, a contented smile gracing her lips as she watched him go. With a yawn, she sat up in bed, her mind slowly rousing from the depths of sleep as she contemplated the day ahead.

With a sense of purpose, she rose from the bed, her movements graceful and fluid as she made her way to the closet to pick out an outfit for the day. As she sifted through the racks of clothing, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling within her, the prospect of a new day filled with endless possibilities.

Meanwhile, Patricio emerged from the bathroom, his features illuminated by the soft light filtering through the window. With a towel draped over his shoulder, he moved with quiet determination, his mind focused on the tasks that lay ahead.

As Astraea finished getting ready, she turned to find Patricio watching her with a fond smile, his eyes tracing the contours of her face with a warmth that made her heart flutter.

As Patricio and Astraea made their way downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft sounds of birdsong drifting in through the open windows. With a shared smile, they entered the kitchen, their minds already buzzing with ideas for breakfast.

"So, what's on the menu this morning?" Astraea teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she playfully nudged Patricio.

Patricio chuckled, his gaze dancing with amusement as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Well, I was thinking we could whip up a little bit of everything," he replied, his voice laced with excitement. "How about I make some huevos rancheros on the griddle, and you can work your magic with those Puerto Rican treats you love?"

Astraea's eyes lit up at the suggestion, her mouth watering at the thought of the delicious spread they were about to create. "Sounds like a plan," she agreed, her voice filled with enthusiasm as she rolled up her sleeves and got to work.

With practiced ease, Patricio fired up the outdoor griddle, the sizzle of cooking eggs and bacon filling the air as he worked his culinary magic. Meanwhile, Astraea set to work on her Puerto Rican specialties, rolling out dough and filling pastries with sweet guava paste, the scent of warm, flaky pastelillos de guayaba filling the kitchen with an irresistible aroma.

As they worked side by side, their playful banter filling the air with laughter, they couldn't help but marvel at the joy of cooking together, each dish a labor of love that would soon be shared with their friends.