Delicate

Yellow (Coldplay)

Juliet's POV

Having Kelly back in my life was honestly the greatest thing. It was like someone hit the resume button on our relationship, bringing us back to where we were before all the fighting and the jealousy.

For the past two months, she was pretty much living in my apartment, although I had come to learn that she was fine with it as long as I didn't label it. As long as I didn't mention moving in or anything that indicate a serious relationship, she was fine.

She even met my friend group! I realized that the way to get her to say yes and to avoid any unnecessary arguments was to ask if she wanted to hang out with them, not meet them. Meeting my friends sounded too much like something that would happen in a committed relationship. And that wasn't what we were. Sure, it bothered me. I was getting older; I wanted to settle down and "go steady" with someone, but if Kelly had some reservations, I guess I just had to learn to deal with it.

Waking up with her in my arms was my favorite part. Her hair, smelling of lemony shampoo, was pressed up against my face. I loved kissing her until she woke up, giggling.

"Morning, baby," she smiled, still half asleep. She rolled over to face me, planting a soft kiss on my nose. She was so cute. I couldn't help but blush whenever she did something sweet like that.

I kissed her back. "Good morning. Do you want to take a shower?"

She made a face did you even need to ask.

Taking a shower together became the foundation of our morning routine. Admittedly, it meant that Kelly would have to wake up when I did: at 6 AM. However, I was sure that she didn't mind it, considering taking a shower together meant sex, and the sex we had together was probably the hottest thing ever.

It was hard for me to describe our sex. It wasn't just hot and passionate and new. It was also extremely loving, even though Kelly refused to say those words. Most times, we took it slow and romantically, our only goal being to please each other.

I dragged her to the shower and pressed her naked body against the glass, kissing her neck like there was no tomorrow.

My second favorite part of living with her was her culinary skills. Besides just the fact that whatever food she prepared would be extremely delicious, her talent in the kitchen meant that I didn't have to cook. Me not cooking was definitely what was best for everyone. I couldn't tell you how many times the smoke alarm went off due to a meal I had left on the stove for a little bit too long. And because Kelly was already up anyway, she could make me breakfast!

"Here, babe," Kelly placed a bowl on the island in front of me. She was always one for pretty-looking layers so in the bowl, in order from the bottom most layer to the top, was an acai smoothie, granola, peanut butter, nutella, and chopped up strawberries, kiwis, and pineapples.

I typically didn't really care what I ate. Actually, for me, it was like the fatter the food, the better. I just worked off all those calories in the gym. But Kelly was from California, and you know how Californians were about healthy foods. At least I should have been grateful that she wasn't vegan. That might have just killed me.

In all seriousness though, I really liked her acai bowls. She made some type of variation on them for me almost every morning, and I wasn't complaining.

"Thank you, Kell," I lifted up my head to kiss her. Sitting on the stool in front of my island, I quickly began eating. Having sex in the morning honestly multiplied my appetite.

Kelly leaned onto the island from the other side and started eating her bowl, too. "You should honestly be thanking me, Jules. Before me, you were eating trash three meals a day."

"Excuse me," I pretended to get offended. "I can hardly call McDonald's trash."

That made her laugh. I loved making her laugh. "I'm sorry I offended your precious Big Mac."

"Apology not accepted," I smiled, licking the nutella off of my spoon.

We ate in silence for a few minutes before I decided to ask the question that had been bugging me for a few weeks now.

"Kell, so you know how it's going to be Christmas in two weeks?"

She put on a mock face of surprise. "What? Are you saying that Christmas is going to be on December 25th this year?"

I rolled my eyes at her attempt at sarcasm. "Well, every year for Christmas, I go to my parents' house for a week. It's a big thing. Like all my siblings come, and they bring their significant others and their kids. And I guess, I was just wondering if you'd want to come with me? I'd miss you too much if you didn't come."

She stared at me for a moment, her face expressionless. I was sure that she was going to say no, but she surprised me. Her lips slowly stretched into a smile. "I would love to come."

I kissed her to show her how happy I was that she wanted to come. Kelly was always surprising me. One day, she would make it very obvious that we were not in a committed relationship. Then the next day, she would do something all sweet and maybe even make a huge romantic gesture. Whatever the case, I loved her like this. It was almost like we were in a normal relationship.