YOUR POV
We drove on the highway for about 80 miles. The windows were rolled down all the way and our playlist blared from the car radio as Justin tapped his fingers on the wheel.
The reason behind the trip was that we wanted to get away for a while so we rented out a simple cottage near the rocky coastline to take a break from the madness in our lives.
We arrived to the quaint little cottage. It was surrounded with flowers of every type and every color. It was built facing the clear, crystal blue waters and the sandy coast.
As soon as we unloaded our belongings from the car, Justin decided to take a nap because he was tired from the long drive.
I let him, of course, because I wanted to surprise him with a nice dinner.
I began to chop up the vegetables for his favorite dish; spaghetti bolognese.
As I stood by the stove, stirring the sauce, I felt Justin creep up behind me and hold me from behind, placing his chin on my head.
"Mmm," he grumbled into my ear.
I turned my head around quickly to face him and laughed. He gave me a quick peck on the lips and stared me in the eyes.
"Slept well, my love?" I asked.
He let out a small yawn and nodded his head.
"Very. You cooking for me?" he questioned hungrily, licking his lips.
"Yeah. Figured you could use a nice meal," I smiled and turned my attention back to the pot, stirring and adding spices.
He moved his hands under my shirt and began to rub circles onto my stomach.
Justin started to leave kisses on my neck, beginning at the top underneath my ear and ending at the base just before my collarbones.
"Can I confess something?" He whispered into my ear.
I nodded my head, turned off the stove, and turned my whole body around to face him once more.
"I wanna be your husband one day. You know, spend the rest of my life with you. Grow old with you and stuff like that." He said shyly. I noticed his cheeks had turned a light shade of red.
My breathing hitched in my throat and my palms began to sweat. I didn't know what to say; I had gone speechless.
"It's fine if you don't wanna. I mean, with my busy schedule and all, I know things will get-" He rambled on.
I put a finger to his lips to shush him and let out a quiet laugh.
"Of course I do, you idiot. I just didn't know what to say, that's all." I said, taking a deep breath. "Honestly, I thought you would just end up growing sick of me. I talk too loud on the phone while you're sleeping sometimes. I make fun of the way you look in your baggy pants. I steal your sunglasses and sweaters whenever I feel like it. I eat the snacks that you save for yourself in the pantry and you always wonder where they went."
I paused to laugh a little.
"I spam your phone with selfies sometimes, even if they're ugly. I like to text you all the time to make sure you're okay. I tickle your stomach on purpose because I know it's your weak spot. I'm a big, old, bothersome mess. Do you really wanna spend the rest of your life with me?"
He laughed and licked his lips.
"Well, since you went on a full rant about how bothersome you are, I'll do the same except I'll tell you how much I love it when I can hear you giggling nonstop on the phone while I attempt to sleep. I love it when you tease me for my very sexy pants," he paused and laughed along with me.
"I love the way you look in my sunglasses even if they're too big for your face. I might not love it when you eat the last of my cookies and candies, but I love that guilty face you put on when I walk into the kitchen to see you with crumbs all over your shirt. I love your selfies. They're always my screensaver. I love seeing my phone light up with texts from you. It shows me that you truly care. But most of all, I love you. Hopelessly and completely. And damn right I'm sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Just you and me baby. We're stuck together," he stuck his tongue out and pulled me into a warm hug.
I wiped the tears that were about to fall from my eyes and I wrapped my arms around his torso.
Looking up at him through my thick lashes, I smiled and sniffed my nose.
"Shut up and kiss me," I laughed.
He wasted no time in diving straight for my lips.
