The semi heavy footsteps stopped and the bedroom door opened revealing a sleepy Cook.
"Babe? You awake?"
I heard the door close and then silence, but I didn't respond. I figured he was getting changed and remained still.
"Babe?"
Silence. I knew if I tried to say anything my voice would break. Cook scooted closer to me and tried to wrap his arm around my waist, but I scooted closer to the edge of the bed.
"Cook stop." I managed a small sentence without any breaks in my voice. I shrugged his arm off in his attempt to cuddle with me again.
"Love, what's wrong?"
A heavy sigh left my lips as I rolled over to face him. "You know if you weren't so damn persuasive-"
"Tell me what's bothering you Hun." He brought his left hand up to rub his thumb lightly over my right cheek.
"It's just...I don't....why do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Spliff."
"Are you seriously on about this again?"
"Can't you just answer my question?"
Cook's mouth formed into a straight line and his eyes went a little hard, instead of the soft loving ones I'm used to.
"Its fun. There you happy?"
"Why can't you do something else for fun? That won't kill you in 10 years."
I was getting annoyed again and on the verge of exiting the room and sleeping on the couch downstairs. I let out a small low groan, making Cook's eyebrows arch up.
"I just don't understand why you want to keep doing it. Don't you want to be with me for awhile? What if something happens between now an-"
"Hey, hey, hey nothings going to happen to me Babe, I promise."
He moved his thumb under my eyes and wiped the tears I didn't know were falling.
"Its not just that Cook, its other things."
"Like what?"
"Like other things."
Neither one of us spoke for a few minutes before Cook finally spoke up.
"I'll stop doing it so much, okay?"
I nodded my head and whispered an okay. Cook blinked a couple times before making eye contact (look at the gif above)
"Leigh I'm sorry I piss you off so much. I don't really ever express feelings or emotions, to anyone," Cook rubbed his face and sighed "I don't want you to think I hate you, because I don't-"
"Cook, you don't have to explain yourself to me, I already-"
"Just let me finish. Please." Cook's index finger rested against my lips quieting me down. Nodding, I let Cook continue.
"This is so hard to tell you," Cook sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. "It scares me when you tell me that you need me, or when you tell me you miss me. I like it when I wake up in the mornings and you're here. When you wear my clothes, or the way you scrunch your cute little nose up when something doesn't taste good. I love your little quirks and how you can't reach the top shelf. The way your hand fits inside mine, your tiny waddle you do when you get excited. I know I can be a wanker most of the time, and I know how much I tell you that I want your body among other things. I also know you're not ready and want to wait, I respect that. There's so many things that I like about you and honestly I think, no I know I'm falling in love with you and I'm fucking scared."
I laid still as he finished his speech. What do you say to someone after that? I know I had to say something soon and it had to be good. I shifted to where my head and shoulders were propped up against the headboard and looked over at Cook. I had made my decision, I wanted this more than anything right now. I was comfortable with my choice, I was going to give up my virginity to Cook.
In a hushed tone I called to Cook "Babe?"
"Hmm?" He didn't even turn around, just kept facing the wall opposite the bed.
I took a deep breath mentally preparing myself for his reaction
"I'm ready."
