If Only (GxG)

Chapter 31 A Little Slice of Heaven

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Alison's POV

The world outside was still wrapped in the hush of winter, snow blanketing the ground in soft, untouched layers. The fire in the living room had burned low overnight, leaving only the quiet crackle of embers, and the faint scent of pine and cinnamon still lingered in the air.

I stirred slowly, reluctantly waking up, blinking against the dim morning light that filtered through the curtains. I had no idea what time it was, and I didn't care.

What I did care about, however, was the fact that Blake was still curled around me, her grip firm, unmovable, as if she had no intention of letting me go.

I smiled sleepily, pressing my nose against the soft fabric of her sweater, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume, of her.

"Are you awake?" I murmured against her collarbone.

"No," she grumbled, voice still thick with sleep. "You're imagining this conversation."*

I giggled, my fingers tracing small, lazy circles along her spine. "So grumpy."

Blake sighed dramatically, shifting slightly just to tighten her hold on me. "I was a morning person before you," she mumbled into my hair. "And now I have other priorities."

I huffed a laugh, delighted, lifting my head just enough to look at her. "Oh? And what priorities are those?"

Blake cracked one eye open, her lips twitching into a smirk. "You."

I groaned, burying my face in her neck. "You are insufferable."

"And yet," she murmured, lips brushing over my temple, "you adore me."

I sighed dramatically, pressing a lingering kiss to her jaw. "Regrettably, yes."

Blake chuckled, her fingers threading through my hair, her voice still hoarse from sleep. "We should get up," she murmured, though she made zero attempt to move herself. "We have things to do today."

I blinked, tilting my head. "We do?"

"Yes," she said, lips twitching. "We're going to the market in the village."

I blinked at her. "Blake. You hate grocery shopping."

"Correct."

"So why are we—"

"Because you keep feeding me," she sighed, running a hand lazily down my back, "and I figured it was only fair that I stock my own fridge for once."

I grinned, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. "God, you are so in love with me."

She smirked, rolling us over effortlessly so she was half on top of me, her leg slipping between mine, her weight pressing me into the mattress. "I really, really am."

Her hand moved to my waist, squeezing gently. "Although, I should probably pace myself. If you keep feeding me like this, my metabolism's going to crash way before yours does."

I snorted. "More curves? Yes please."

Blake let out a soft laugh, nose brushing mine. "You're trouble."

"Mm," I hummed, arms curling around her shoulders. "But I make excellent pancakes."

Her lips quirked. "That you do."

We stayed tangled like that for a minute longer, warm and happy and completely unwilling to move. But eventually, Blake groaned and dropped a final kiss to my lips before sitting up and stretching with a feline sigh.

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The village square was bustling, alive with the sounds of conversation, laughter, and the occasional bark of a dog weaving between shoppers. A light dusting of snow clung to the cobblestones, and the air smelled incredible—warm spices, fresh bread, and the unmistakable sweetness of roasted chestnuts curling through the crisp air.