a great mess ✔️

SOTLOM chap.3

Listen to:
- Old Me by 5 Seconds of Summer
- Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer

I feel like being a good person and double updating, so here you go 😘

Dedicated to gyukamol_greece
Just so she can jam while reading 🤭

Later that night, Reece kept his promise to me and we made love all night long. I woke up with protective arms around my waist and a beating heart underneath my ear. I smiled at the memories of last night, snuggling myself closer to the sleeping blonde that I called my husband.

"I know you're awake," A deep but soft voice said.

"Shut up and lemme cuddle the living shit outta you"

"Don't tell me to shut up when you yourself can't keep quiet for more than two seconds last night" I blushed at his word, biting his neck in revenge.

"What do you wanna do today?"

"Can we do nothing? I still can't feel my limbs"

"Did I go too hard?" He asked, concern laced in his voice.

"No, you're fine. You're just too good at it"

"I would say sorry, but I'm not even sorry" We chuckled at that and it was silence after that until my stomach started to ramble. Reece untangled himself from me, making me frown.

"Stay here, I'll make us something"

"But I want to cuddleee..."

"Alright, hop on then" I gladly jumped on his back, nuzzling my head in the crook of his neck.

"I love you"

"Is that because I fucked you hard?" He asked cockily. I bit his shoulder, glaring playfully at him.

"Oops, I love you too anyway"

"Do you want to sit on the table or the counter?"

"I wanna see you cook" I replied. He put me down on the counter near the stove, giving me a light peck before grabbing the things he needs.

I watched him made pancake messily, causing me to giggle here and there. He gave me a hot chocolate, making a random question suddenly popped in my mind,

"Why do you always put the marshmallow on it?"

"Because it's like us."

"Us?"

"Yes us, the hot choco is you and the marshmallow is me"

"I don't get it," I said, giggling in amusement.

"You're hot and I'm on top" He smirked smugly at his word, sending me a wink like the cocky bitch he is.

"Damn, that's smooth!" I praised him, clapping my hands playfully.

"I know. Hop off, the pancakes are done" I happily hopped off of the counter, skipping towards the table and sat down on the chair. Reece pulled out the syrup and butter, putting in front of me.

"Thanks, husband"

"You're welcome, husband" He replied, giggling slightly.

As we ate, I can't help but start to think (again).
Back to the past, I did some shits I never should have done and yet I still did somehow, remembering all the yelling I get from my parents, random people, and even the cops. I fucked up plenty of things in my life before I finally came to the realisation about my true self, about who's my real friend, and about whom that I should not give a damn about. I fucked many things up before I let him get to know me.