“I meant-” he had to stop himself, realizing there was little point in arguing with a drunk. “Whatever, let’s just go home.”
After herding Ash into the car, they finally got back to his place. He helped her get her boots and jacket off, then she trudged into the living room and collapsed on the couch.
He joined her there, sitting beside her head. As if seizing the opportunity the moment it arrived, she dragged herself up further until her head was resting on his lap.
“Oh!” He giggled. “Wasn’t expecting that. How do you like my lap?” He started running his hand through her short hair.
“It’s comfy…fucking thigh pillow. It’s awesome.” She sighed. Squeezing his thigh, she felt her hands sinking into them. “Your thighs are too thick. I want to slap them.”
“There is no such thing as ‘too thick’.”
“Shit, you’re right.”
They stayed like that for a while. His fingers rubbed on her undercut, feeling the buzzed hair before migrating to the top of her head where it’d grown longer. She seemed quite happy laying there, using his thighs as a pillow while his fingers ran along her scalp.
He sighed deeply, then recalled that he meant to ask about her feelings. They’d been dating for a few months, and a small part of him was still worried about how serious she was about their relationship. Since she had been drinking, that probably meant her inhibitions were lowered, so she would likely be more honest.
“I love you…” he said, softly “do you love me?”
She looked up at him, a perplexed look on her face. “What do you mean~?” She reached up and booped him on the nose again. “Of course I love you. You’re like, my boyfriend and shit. You’re fuckin awesome, man.”
“Really?” He could feel his spirits rise hearing her say it. Even if she was tipsy, he could hear the honesty in her voice. In hindsight, it seemed silly that he was worrying about such a thing, but it was comforting to have confirmation.
The next morning, he’d already started cooking breakfast by the time she woke up and lumbered out of his bedroom.
“Geez, have I got a headache.” Blinking her eyes, she noticed what he was doing. “Oh, cooking breakfast again?”
“Yep! I figured you’d be hungover, so I thought a nice breakfast would help you recover.”
“Nice, thanks!” She walked into the kitchen and watched him do his work.
“Aside from the headache, are you feeling better?” He asked, as he flipped over the pancakes.
“Well, I slept some of it off, but now I feel groggy…”
“Nothing some food and a bit of coffee won’t fix. Oh, and you should stay hydrated too! That’s always a good rule of thumb.”
“Yeah, I’ve dealt with this before, I know how to deal. You don’t have to lecture me like you’re my mom.”
He huffed indignantly. “I’m just making sure my girlfriend feels alright!”
“I appreciate it, just saying I don’t like being lectured.” Walking up to him, she held him from behind as she watched him cook. He felt himself blush a little, feeling her body pressing against his back while her muscular arms wrapped around him. “So…what was that question last night all about?”
“What question?” He asked, wondering what she remembered from the previous night.
“You know the one, when you asked if I loved you. I was drunk, but I thought it was a little weird even then. I mean, isn’t it obvious that I love you?”
“Oh…that was…” he released a heavy sigh “it wasn’t that I doubted your interest in me. It’s just…I feel like I’ve really fallen in love with you. I knew you were interested in me, I just wasn’t sure how much you wanted to pursue a serious relationship.”
“Is that what it was?” She held him tighter. “Maybe I haven’t been expressing myself right. Just so we’re on the same page, I’d say I definitely feel a similar way as you do. I mean, I’ve started having dreams about making you my house husband. Do what you will with that info.”
“You dream about me?!” He looked up, meeting her gaze while the top of his head rested against her chest. “I have dreams about you too!”
“Oh really? What are they about?”
“Nothing!” He quickly lowered his head, turning his attention back to the food. He’d almost immediately regretted bringing the dreams up.
“C’mon~” she poked him on the cheek “what am I doing in your dreams?”
“Keep pestering me about this, and you won’t be getting any of these pancakes!”
“That’s not fair!” She cried. “You’re holding the flapjacks over my head! Abuses of power!”
With that, things had been confirmed. Now that they were on the same page, they were both left wondering how the relationship would develop from there and whether Ash’s dream of a househusband would become reality.
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