Keep Love Around

Three

I woke up the next morning with my head splitting, cold, and with the smell of bacon in the air. I turned over in the bed with a confused expression on my face just as footsteps sounded down the hall, before the door opened.

"Well hey there!" Micheal said cheerily.

I half-smiled, looking at him shirtless and wondering what was up.

"Hi." I said, my voice deep and groggy from sleep

"How's the head?" he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and putting his hand on my leg comfortingly.

"Which one?" I laughed, remembering what had happened the night before.

"You're hilarious. But I'm quite sure it's only to hide the fact you feel like shit, huh?"

"What can I say? Pain breeds sarcasm."

"Indeed it does. If it makes you feel better, I made us breakfast."

"That sounds lovely...But I don't think I can get up. Ugh." I groaned and put my hand to my head, "Do you think you could bring it in to me?"

"Are we married yet?"

I shook my head, smiling, and reached over to grab his hand, "No, but what happened to being romantic?"

"I was drunk. I'm clingy."

"So...Wait. Does that mean...?"

"No, no. Silly goose. I like you. I'm also confident when I'm drunk. I do believe they call it...'Liquid courage?'"

"Oh, okay..." I said, rubbing my arms. That would've been embarrassing. Though I am glad I finally have some concrete proof of how he feels. Sure, we had sex. But there are people who treat sex like it's nothing these days. You never know.

"Still cute when you're nervous. C'mon. We have food to eat. It's the best cure for hangovers, or at least, in my experience, the second best."

"What's the first?"

He fell onto the bed beside me then, using gripping his other hand in mine to go along with the one I was already holding. "Sex."

A Month Later

As I sat on the corner of my bed, I had my hand in Micheal's, watching Netflix while Julian was out with Natasha. Like our own relationship, theirs was progressing nicely, to the stage where Jules was even trying to talk her into renting a place together. At this point, they'd been together for a month or so longer than we had, but I was happy that he was so content and didn't have to hear me pine about Micheal all the time.

"So...How was your week?" I leaned over to Micheal's neck and kissed it softly, and he rolled his eyes as he answered.

"It was fine, I guess. Didn't have enough you in it though." He turned his head so he could kiss me. We were becoming incredibly domestic over the past month, to an outsider, it must've been hell to look at. But while before I'd met him I was disenchanted with life in College, doing the same things over and over again, being in a relationship has sort of changed my outlook on things.

"Yeah, well... I do that to people." I kissed him softly, smiling at him.

"And yours?" He asked.

"Well, funny enough, it didn't have enough you in it." I said. Micheal had been on a trip for most of the week to the mountains for his Biology class. I offered to go with him, but he said they couldn't bring anyone along.

"Yeah, well, I do that to people."

"You certainly do." I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.