"Smalls! Wake up we have to record the soundtrack today." Daveed said while gently prodding Brooklyn. It had been a week since she moved in with him, and their connection had only grown stronger. He would come into her room every morning to wake her. Brooklyn smiled when she saw him sitting at the foot of her bed patiently.
"Good morning" she chirped and followed Daveed into the kitchen. As Daveed began to make bacon sandwiches, Brooklyn crept behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, turning her head to the side so she was comfortable. They had become much more comfortable around each other now that they lived together. She sighed in content and Daveed began to chuckle. "What're you thinking about?" "Not much. Just that I could get used to this." She replied. Daveed grinned and replied "Me too, smalls. Me too."
He turned around to look at Brooklyn and then realised something. "Isn't that my shirt?" He teased in amusement. "Oh yeah it is! I saw it and just put it on I guess." She chuckled "It suits you, apart from the fact that it practically goes down to your knees" he laughed "Well I was going for a baggy look." She replied, laughing also, until something in the corner of Daveed's living room caught her eye.
"I love this album!" She said as she pulled out "Rumours" by Fleetwood Mac from his collection of vinyl records. "I haven't listened to that in ages. Play it!" Daveed replied. Brooklyn shuffled back into the kitchen as "dreams" started playing, and Daveed took her hand and spun her around, her hands then going around his neck and his around her waist as they slow danced to the song. They didn't take their eyes off of eachother the whole time. "Now this is something I could get used to." Daveed spoke up, his words making Brooklyn blush. He inched closer towards her, their lips almost touching when they were interrupted by the smell of burning making its way through Daveed's apartment. Brooklyn's eyes widened in realisation.
"Daveed, the bacon!"
