How to be loved

73 - In this dance with you

How to be loved

73 – In this dance with you

Becky's POV

"This is... how to be loved," Freen whispered, her voice melting into the stillness between us.

And then she kissed me.

God, how I missed her lips.

The warmth of her mouth, the way she fit against me—it was like returning to a place I never wanted to leave. She kissed me slowly, gently, but there was a weight behind it, an unspoken promise. My fingers curled into her shirt, holding onto her like she was my lifeline.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless, our foreheads met as if drawn together by an invisible force. My eyes fluttered open to find her watching me, her gaze soft yet searching.

"Are we okay, babe?" she asked, her voice tender, cautious.

For a moment, I just looked at her, letting the warmth of her presence sink in. But then, like a flood, the memory of this morning came crashing back—the panic, the heartbreak, the gut-wrenching jealousy.

And just like that, my lips pressed into a pout.

I huffed, rolling my eyes before dramatically shifting to the other side of the couch, putting space between us.

Freen blinked, confused. Then, realization dawned on her face, and her lips curved into a teasing smile.

"Uh-oh," she sang, scooting closer. "What's with that pout, baby?" She reached out, trying to turn my face back to hers, but I jerked away stubbornly, crossing my arms like a child denied dessert.

She gasped, utterly delighted. "Oh? You're really ignoring me now?"

I let out a little "hmph" and turned my face even farther, refusing to acknowledge her.

I could hear her amused sigh before, without warning, she moved. In the next second, she was on my lap.

I squeaked.

"What is it, my big baby?" she asked, voice laced with unbearable sweetness as she straddled me, her hands sliding around my neck.

I refused to look at her, cheeks burning. "Hmph."

"Oh my god," she giggled. "You're so adorable when you're mad. I swear, I should make you jealous more often."

My head snapped up instantly. "Freen!" I whined, scandalized.

She laughed, booping my nose. "Kidding, kidding! Now tell me, my love, what is this pout about?"

I huffed again, but her hands rubbing slow, comforting circles on my back made my resistance crumble. I pouted harder. "Why didn't you just tell me she was your sister right away?"

Freen blinked, clearly taken aback by my sudden accusation.

"You threatened me," I continued, voice rising as I finally let it all out. "You told me it would be over if I left this morning! You called her in front of me, exchanged sweet endearments like—like some lovey-dovey couple! And when she showed up, you let her kiss your cheek so sweetly! Like, who does that?!"

Freen bit her lip, fighting a smile.

I gasped dramatically. "Don't you dare laugh!"

She burst out laughing.

I groaned, smacking her arm playfully. "Freen, I suffered!"

"I know, I know!" she said between giggles. "But baby, you should've seen your face this morning! You looked like a lost puppy that got kicked into the rain."