Night On Set ❁ COLIFER

Chapter 60 ❁ Check

Jen's POV

When my siblings and I were younger, my dad used to make a huge breakfast on Sunday morning. It started out with just eggs and bacon, which was a treat in itself, but things spiraled out of control when dad decided to also add sausages, tomatoes, toast, freshly baked muffins and waffles with strawberries, whipped cream and syrup. Sometimes, he would even bake extra pancakes if he felt like it.

My mom didn't like the fact that we were just eating leftover breakfast items for the next two days, but my siblings and I loved it. It was the only day of the week we woke up to dad singing 80s songs at the top of his lungs, and the entire house smelled like a bakery just exploded in the kitchen.

Sundays were for family, playfully fighting over a spot on the heating vent to get warm and sliding over the hardwood floor in the living room pretending we were ice skating.

It's one of my most precious memories as a child, and it's exactly what it feels like to be in Colin's arms.

Warm. Safe. Careless.

The sun is barely creeping on the horizon when we're back in bed after cleaning up in the bathroom. I'm wearing one of his shirts, for two very simple reasons: 1) it's easier to take off, and 2) I would melt if I had to sleep in my onesie with the bazillion extra blankets.

The third reason, which I'm too stubborn to admit, is the fact that clichés are clichés for a reason. Wearing nothing but his shirt and my underwear is surprisingly relieving.

"You're staring."

I snap out of my thoughts and blink at Colin. His eyes are closed, but a smile is playing on his lips. I'm lying on his chest, chin resting on my hands. Up until two minutes ago, he was still twisting strands of my hair in his fingers, but now his hand is just resting in my neck.

Closing my eyes and sighing happily, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my ear against his shirt.

Boom, boom... Boom, boom...

The rising and falling of his chest and the sound of his heartbeat is something I never want to stop listening to.

"This is by far my favorite moment," I say. "Ever."

He leans over to kiss my hair. I can hear him mumbling something, but then he suddenly pulls away to lean towards the nightstand.

My head shoots up to look at him. "What are you doing?"

"Wait, hold on, I'm looking for..." His voice trails off as he stretches even further over the edge of the mattress, dragging ninety percent of the covers with him.

"Okay, can you please just tell me what—"

"A-HAH!" He makes a quick dive for whatever it is that he found in the bottom drawer of the nightstand and holds it up right in front of my face. "Got it."

"A sharpie?" I snatch it out of his hand, grinning as I lie back on the pillow. "Do you really have a sharpie just casually laying around here? Seriously?"

"What's wrong with that?" He takes it from me again and pops the lid off.

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Just hold on."

"I've proven to be in a very impatient mood this morning. Should I be scared?"

"No."

I raise a brow at him. Folding my arms under my head, I stretch my legs, pushing the covers back. He repositions himself to sit on his knees and hikes up my shirt.