JUNE;
You know what's cozy? Eating the grilled steak in white pepper sauce and mashed potatoes made by his royal majesty… Ronan.
What's even cozier? Sitting on his bed, legs curled, tray sitting perfectly, while I savored the meal he made for me, while his favorite movie played on his laptop before me.
How did we get here? Weeks ago, he was the annoying, dickhead boy from school who made stepping onto that premise a living hell for me, and here I was on his bed, enjoying the dish he made, my cunt sore from his bangs.
The sound of rushing water from the bathroom pulled my mind, my finger moved, pausing the movie for a second. If I hadn't walked in on him making this meal, I would definitely think he got takeout and was hitting it all up.
I hated to admit it, but I can't cook this good
