"That one afternoon, I kissed you. In the middle of the street, where a white truck zoomed past our connected lips. And boy, it caused problems we couldn't have seen, but wasn't it also amazing?"
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I woke up early, well, earlier than Deen which gave me some time to think. Relish in the moment of quietness and look outside where it was still dark. While I sat up on the headboard of our bed, Deen was sleeping on his pillow with his face turned away from me. His right arm lazily wrapped around my waist and now and then he would move, grip my waist tighter, and fall back into a slumber.
But no matter how hard I tried to look at his face and fall back asleep, I couldn't. The sound of my thoughts swirling kept me up. Today was our last day in Jackson. Our things were packed and went away and the only thing left in the apartment was our bed. Our bedroom was empty, with white walls on display and hardwood floors that were bare. I cried tears now because I knew if I were to cry later around Deen he would call me a crybaby.
It seemed just like yesterday, I was playfully telling Deen that I wanted to move. Then we began really looking for houses. Then, Margaret and Dean joined us making this process even crazier than before. Whoever thinks that a group of two couples is going to move with each other in a span of a year almost? No one. The journey scared me but I was excited. Feeling prepared but also hesitant, ready but fearful.
"Lee?"
I quickly turned to the groggy voice, wiped my tears, and sunk back into bed. I could see Deen's eyes weren't completely open and he lazily searched for my body with his hands. Once both hands found my waist, he pulled me close, his head laying on my chest. He snuggled his face to my breasts and mumbled something but when I didn't answer he fell asleep.
I tried to follow suit but all I could do was feel his warmth and listen to the crickets coo outside.
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"Cheer up, sweetheart. I hate seeing that frown."
I looked up at the feeling of Deen pinching my cheeks with his fingers. I couldn't escape him when we were both in his car so I just let him squeeze away at my face while trying to smile and make funny faces to make me laugh.
"Kiss?" He gave me the sweetest smile.
As much as Deen hated it, he had a soft heart for the people he cared for.
I ended up caving and giving him a kiss. He grabbed my hand and kissed it before putting it against his face. Deen had this weird habit of cupping my hand to his face whenever he felt like it. He liked touching me so it wasn't surprising, but it felt nice to know that he was comforted by it. I looked up at his face and saw his eyes wander outside.
"Why do we always wait in the car for like ten minutes before going inside your parents' house?" I asked before laughing.
