Heart Strings|GirlxGirl

Beneath The Surface

I pulled away from her, my chest heavy with emotions I wasn't ready to confront. "We can't do this, Freye."

She looked at me, disappointment flashing across her face. My heart squeezed. I sighed, my voice softening. "If we were to kiss, I'd want it to be done in a way I wouldn't regret." I cupped her cheek gently with my hand, and she leaned into my touch, her eyes closing for a brief moment.

"You're not like other women, Freye," I whispered, almost to myself. "You're special."

---

I sat down with a sigh, running my fingers through my hair, fluffing it out absentmindedly.

"What are you thinking about?" Mino approached me, his usual grin spreading across his face. He had two cups of coffee in his hands.

He placed a cup in front of me. "Nothing," I said, shaking my head. "Let's get back to work."

I returned to editing and composing some songs, trying to lose myself in the music.

A few hours later, my phone buzzed, and I excused myself to take the call outside.

"Hello, princess," I said, flashing a cheesy grin, even though she couldn't see me. She chuckled on the other end, her voice light.

"I wanna see you," she said after a pause, her tone quieter, more serious.

I bit my lip, feeling the pull. "I wanna see you too," I sighed, but the weight of my schedule hung over me. "I'm getting off work late though."

She groaned. I chuckled a little. "You can just come after. I don't care. I just want you near me," she murmured, her voice full of longing. God, this woman was going to be the death of me.

"You just want to get me in your sheets," I teased, my voice low with a playful edge.

"And what if I said that was true?" she replied, her tone mischievous.

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I pulled up to Freye's gate, the elderly man opening it to let me park inside her compound. I grabbed the things I brought for her-daisies, her favorite flowers, some chocolates, and a handwritten letter-before heading up to her door.

When she opened it, her grin was wide, almost childishly excited. "I was starting to think you bailed on me," she teased.

I chuckled and handed her the gifts. "These are for you."

Her smile softened, and she took them from my hands, stepping aside to let me in. She rushed off to find a vase, and I couldn't help but admire her in that moment-so effortlessly beautiful, even when it was chaotic.

She found a vase, poured some water, and placed the flowers inside before coming back to me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she grinned. "I missed you."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "I missed you too, mama." She buried her head in my neck, and we stood like that for a moment before pulling apart.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

"Sure," I replied with a shrug, "You can pick. I trust you." She said

She walked into the kitchen as I kicked off my shoes and settled on the couch, flipping through Netflix. I was still scanning when she returned, a bowl of popcorn in her hands.

"What did you pick?" She asked.

I grinned as Freye settling next to me. "The Titanic."

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The movie finished, and I wiped away the tears that had silently streamed down my face. I glanced at Freye, who was fast asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. A soft smile tugged at my lips as I gently picked her up, my heart light.

I carried her to what I assumed was her bedroom. The room was tidy, minimalistic, but beautiful in its simplicity.

I set her down gently on the bed and opened the windows to let in some fresh, cool air. I sat beside her sleeping form, brushing a stray piece of hair from her face that had clearly been bothering her. I tucked it behind her ear.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, my voice almost reverent.

I stared at her for a long while, mesmerized by her peaceful expression. But eventually, I stood up.

"Don't leave me," she muttered, her voice soft, almost pleading.

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. "Are you awake?" I asked quietly.

She hummed in response, still keeping her eyes closed. Then, as if pulling me back to her, she opened her arms. I couldn't resist. I joined her in bed, curling up beside her.

"I'm happy you came," she whispered, her words barely audible.

"Me too," I murmured back. "I'm happy I came too."

And with that, we drifted off to sleep, the weight of everything still between us, but for now, it didn't matter.

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The next morning, I turned to hold Freye, only to find the cold sheets where she had been. I opened my eyes and looked around the room, noticing her absence. I stretched and got out of bed, padding quietly to the bathroom.

She had set a new toothbrush out for me. I smiled at the small gesture, brushing my teeth before putting it back in place next to hers.

I wandered downstairs, following the smell of something divine coming from the kitchen. Freye was behind the stove, focused on whatever she was cooking.

I crept up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Good morning," I said, resting my head on her shoulder.

She flinched at first but relaxed when she heard my voice. "Morning," she replied with a soft smile.

I looked over at what she was cooking-pancakes.

"Can you make the juice?" she asked. "Or would you prefer tea?"

"I'd rather tea," I said, smiling at her.

She chuckled. "That's such a you choice."

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After breakfast, we settled on the couch, watching a series together. My arm was around her, and our legs were tangled. I couldn't help but trace her jawline, following it down to her lips, then her eyes, which locked with mine. She grinned before turning back to the TV.

I held her tightly, burying my face into her neck. For a moment, I forgot about the show playing and simply took her in.

"You smell good," I murmured, my lips brushing her neck.

She turned to face me, our gazes meeting. She fixed my hair, giving me a shy smile. "Thank you."

I grinned back, then kissed her neck. "You're so pretty, mama."

She giggled at the sensation, and we both fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the TV playing in the background as I stayed lost in the warmth of her presence.