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Sunlight/Puppy Love (Kellic)

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25. sunlight; 44. puppy love

“Vic, is the blindfold really necessary?”

We’re both standing on the back porch of his house, and he’s wrapping a blindfold around my eyes. “Yes, Kellin,” he replies in a matter-of-fact manner. “It is absolutely essential.”

I stick my tongue out at him. I can’t see anything now. “Where are you taking me?”

“And that’s why the blindfold is essential. I’m not telling you.”

“Ugh, but why?” I ask in an intentionally whiny voice.

Vic laughs, and then I feel his hand taking mine. I can’t see him, but I’m 99.9% sure that he’s rolling his eyes at me in amusement. I know him.

“Come on,” he says. “The faster we get going, the sooner you’ll be able to take that blindfold off.”

The whole way there, I pretend to be mad at him. “I hate you,” I inform him.

He snorts. “That’s not what you said last night.”

I elbow him roughly, and when I hear his squeak of discomfort, I smile in satisfaction, because 1) I caused him pain, and 2) he fucking squeaked, and if that’s not the most adorable thing he’s ever done, then I don’t know what is.

“No, really,” I insist. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No. You. Don’t.”

This continues in the same fashion for what feels like forever, until Vic interrupts by saying, “Okay, we’re here. I’m gonna take off your blindfold now.”

The brightness of daytime is a stark contrast to the darkness of that blindfold. It takes me a few seconds to get used to it, and once I do, I realize that we’re in a clearing with sunlight flowing through it. There’s a basket in the middle of it.

“Go to the basket,” he says with a small, knowing smile.

Slowly, I make my way over to where the basket sits and peer inside. Tucked in between the blankets is a living, breathing animal—a tiny, sleeping, fluffy animal.

“Vic,” I call, “is this what I think it is?”

Vic pops up behind me, his cheeks red. “Remember that one time when I asked you what you wanted for Christmas, and you told me you wanted a puppy?”

I can’t think of anything to say, so I blurt, “But it’s July.”

Vic grins. “Merry Christmas in July.”

I laugh, glancing back at the puppy in the basket. “Oh my God. I can’t believe you.”

He kisses me on the top of my head. “Now tell me you love me.”

Now my cheeks are probably turning red. “Fine. I love you.”

Okay, I lied. This is the most adorable thing he’s ever done.