It's Just Acting

thirty-six.

{Present}

LIZ

Avan and I have been together for years now, and I just can't get any happier.

Sure, we've had a couple rough patches here and there, but all that matters is that we've stayed together, through thick and thin, because there's no other people that we'd rather be with except each other.

Avan had never hurt me, and I know that he won't any time soon. He's perfect, in every way possible.

"Morning beautiful," an incredibly sexy voice rasps in my ear, sending shivers down my spine as I lean back against him, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist from behind.

"Morning," I reply cheerfully as I place the spatula I was using to make breakfast onto the table, turning around in his arms to face him.

He steals a kiss from my lips before asking, "how long have you been up for?"

"Since seven."

He raises an eyebrow. "Why so early?"

I shrug. "Couldn't sleep."

"You were in my arms, yet you couldn't sleep?" This time he raises both of his eyebrows at me, and I chuckle.

"I just wasn't tired."

"Hmm." He kisses me again, his strong hands slipping underneath my shirt- or rather, his shirt.

I felt his lips press to my ear as he murmurs, "have I ever told you how sexy you look in my clothes?"

I hum softly. "Maybe once or twice."

"Well allow me to tell you again." He grabs my hips without warning, lifting me up and onto the counter, his lips still attached to my ear. "You look incredibly sexy."

Another hum. "I know."

He chuckles and presses soft kisses to my neck, and I sigh in pleasure as he works his way down, his hand slyly slipping between my legs.

"Dammit!" I gasp as the spatula hits the floor, reminding me that the food is practically burning now.

I push Avan away and hop off the counter, picking up the spatula and throwing it into the sink. I check the food, but it is already burnt to crisps.

"Dammit, Avan," I mumble, turning off the stove as he chuckles lightly.

"It's fine, we can go out for breakfast," he says, kissing my jaw softly.

"I wanted to cook for you," I mumble again as his hands trails along my thighs.

"You cook for me every morning," he murmures against my skin.

"You deserve it," I reply softly.

He nudges his nose against my neck, and a soft laugh escapes my lips.

"I love you," he breathes against my neck, making me smile.

"And I love you."

And I do love him. So much.

And I will always love him, just like he will always love me, no matter what.

Because this isn't acting.

This, is real life.

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the end!

sorry if this is a sucky ending. i tried my best okay lol.

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ily all <3

-izzy