broadway - mike faist

thirty seven

cait's pov

"can we have a date night please?" i whined, pulling on mike's shirt sleeve, "this is the first night neither of us have had a show in weeks, i want to go somewhere, not just sit at home!" turning on my side to face him.

"but i like sitting at home with you," mike slung his arm over my waist. "in bed." he buried his face closer into the white sheets.

"i love it too, baby, but i wanna go somewhere." i kick the comforter off of our bodies, sitting up.

"okay, i'll make a plan. times square diner, actual times square and we can just walk around and look at everything, even though that's what we do everyday." mike smiled at me.

"only if i get to hold your hand." i pull the white t shirt over my shoulders, replacing it with another shirt.

"of course." mike snaked his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

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