How to be loved

43 - Taste test.

How to be loved

43 - Taste test.

Freen's POV

The next morning, I woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. I blinked, slowly adjusting to the quiet serenity of the morning. Becky's arms were wrapped around me, her body warm and familiar against mine. Her steady breath tickled the back of my neck, and the rise and fall of her chest against me was soothing, like a lullaby that I never wanted to end.

For a moment, I stayed still, reveling in the comfort of her embrace, feeling her heartbeat against my skin. The memories of the night before washed over me—our whispers, our laughter, the closeness we shared. It felt surreal, waking up like this, so intertwined with her, yet so peaceful.

I carefully turned to face her, not wanting to wake her just yet. Her face was relaxed in sleep, her lips slightly parted, and the traces of last night's passion still lingered in the faint flush of her cheeks. She looked so beautiful, so perfect in this quiet moment, that my heart ached with affection.

Unable to resist, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering for just a second longer than necessary. As I pulled back, I watched her stir, her eyes fluttering open slowly.

"Morning," I whispered, my voice barely audible, afraid to disturb the peace between us.

She smiled lazily, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Morning," she murmured, her voice thick with drowsiness as she tightened her hold on me, pulling me closer. "I like waking up like this," she added, her voice soft but filled with warmth.

I smiled, feeling my heart swell at her words. "Me too," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me, and in that moment, everything felt perfect—like we were the only two people in the world.

"Thank you," Becky whispered softly, her voice carrying a warmth that settled deep within me.

I blinked, slightly surprised by the suddenness of her words. "For what?" I asked, brushing my thumb gently along her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. The tenderness between us felt like a warm blanket, wrapping us in our little bubble of intimacy.

"For last night," she said, her lips curving into a sweet, satisfied smile. Her eyes softened as they met mine, and I could see the depth of emotion swirling in them, her vulnerability mixed with joy. "For accepting me... for loving me."

Her words hit me straight in the chest, and I felt my heart swell with so much affection I thought it might burst. I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, savoring the quiet passion between us, the intimacy lingering long after our lips parted.

"I'll always love you, Becky," I murmured against her lips, feeling a wave of emotion surge through me. "Every single part of you."

Her smile widened, and she pulled me even closer, her arms wrapping around me with a sense of belonging that made my heart flutter. "You make me feel so safe, so wanted," she whispered, her breath warm against my neck. "Thank you for making me feel loved."

I held her tightly, our foreheads resting gently against one another as we basked in the quiet closeness of the moment. "You're welcome," I whispered back, my voice soft but filled with meaning. "I love you, my Rebecca Patricia Armstrong."

The way her full name rolled off my tongue made her cheeks flush, a soft pink that deepened as she let out a small, melodic chuckle. Her eyes sparkled with emotion, and she tilted her head, smiling.