FRAGILE PINING
1054 Words
MAXWELL
I tried rolling over but a fragile body pinned me down to the bed.
I smiled, she'd be so embarrassed to see herself in this position with me.
Oops!
She stirred.
I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep just so she would feel less embarrassed.
“ Oh! s**t!” She whispered.
I willed myself not to smile or stir in my fake sleep.
“ He looks so cute like a goddamn baby, oh! Shut up Aria, what if he wakes up” she whispered again to herself.
For someone who acts tough and serious all the time, it's quite intriguing and funny to see this side of her.
“ I'll just pretend to be asleep just so we could stay like this much longer “ she snuggled closer.
In as much as I would love that, I really needed breakfast for strength to carry her weight.
I waited till she had faked her sleep before finding my way out of her arms to the kitchen.
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“ Hmmm! What's cooking?” She asked casually.
I gave a one - sided smile, “ Omelette”.
"Omelette?" Aria repeated, her voice still husky from sleep. She stretched languidly, her lithe form silhouetted against the morning light streaming through the windows. "Smells divine."
I flipped the omelette with a practiced hand, savoring the sizzle as it hit the pan. "Thought you might be hungry after last night's... activities," I said, throwing her a mischievous wink over my shoulder.
A faint blush colored her cheeks, but she met my gaze with a smirk. "Well, you certainly know how to work up an appetite, Maxwell and there was no activity!” Her voice dropped an octave.
“ Pulling your legs” I laughed, “ you look cute when you're embarrassed you know?”
“ Oh! Please stop!” The red on her cheeks spread.
I chuckled, plating the omelette and sliding it across the counter to her. "Bon appétit, mademoiselle."
Aria took a bite and closed her eyes in bliss. "Mmm, you've outdone yourself on this” she chuckled , a delightful glint shone in her eyes.
Hey, what do you want to do first?" I asked Aria, sipping my coffee.
"Hmm, how about we play some board games?" she suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Sounds like fun! What did you have in mind?"
"Let's play Monopoly. I'm going to bankrupt you!" she teased.
We spent the next few hours engrossed in the game, laughing and joking around. Aria was a tough competitor, but I managed to stay ahead.
"Okay, okay, you win this time," she conceded, grinning. "But I'm not giving up yet!"
After working up an appetite, we decided to make dinner together. Aria chose her favorite pasta dish, and I offered to help with the cooking.
"Can you chop the vegetables while I boil the pasta?" she asked, handing me a knife.
"Sure thing, chef!" I replied, getting to work.
As we cooked, we chatted about our favorite foods and cooking disasters. Aria shared a hilarious story about setting her kitchen curtains on fire while trying to fry bacon.
"Oh no, that's amazing!" I laughed. "I'm glad you survived the great bacon inferno!"
Once dinner was ready, we sat down to enjoy our delicious pasta. The conversation flowed easily, covering everything from our jobs to our favorite books and movies.
She's highly intelligible.
After dinner, we decided to unwind by the fireplace. Aria grabbed a blanket, and we settled in for a cozy night.
"Hey, let's share some childhood stories," I suggested, feeling a sense of nostalgia.
"Sounds perfect," Aria agreed, snuggling into the blanket.
"I'll start," I said, grinning mischievously. "When I was a kid, I thought I was Spider-Man, so I tried to climb our barn's roof!"
Aria giggled. "Oh, Maxwell, you were such a handful! What did your parents say?"
I chuckled, recalling the memory. "Let's just say I was grounded for a month, no TV, and extra chores for the whole summer."
Aria admired, "You were quite the adventurer! But it's a testament to your resilience and courage."
Then it was Aria's turn.
"Well, there was this one time I sneaked out of my bedroom window to follow the neighborhood boys on their midnight adventure," Aria began, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I was determined to prove that I could keep up with them. We explored the nearby woods, climbed trees, and even stumbled upon an old, abandoned treehouse."
"That sounds amazing!" I exclaimed. "What happened next?"
Aria's grin grew wider. "We decided to make it our secret hideout. We'd sneak out every night, bringing flashlights, books, and snacks. It was our own little world, hidden from the rest of the neighborhood."
"I love it," I said, captivated by her story. "You were quite the rebel, Aria."
She chuckled. "I guess I was. But it was exhilarating, feeling like we were getting away with something. And it brought us closer together, like we shared a special secret."
"But, of course, our secret hideout wasn't so secret after all," Aria continued, a hint of laughter in her voice. "One night, we were caught by the neighborhood watch, who were not amused by our midnight escapades."
"Oh no, what happened?" I asked, eager to hear the rest of the story.
Aria's expression turned slightly somber. "My mom was called, and she was worried sick. I had never seen her so upset. She had already lost my dad a few years before, and I think she was afraid of losing me too."
I nodded sympathetically, sensing the depth of Aria's emotions.
Aria took a deep breath before continuing. "She grounded me for a month, got my favorite books,” she chuckled, “but more importantly, she sat me down and talked to me about how worried she was. She explained how much I meant to her, and how she couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to me."
I could see the love and appreciation in Aria's eyes as she spoke about her mom. "I felt terrible for putting her through that," Aria said. "But she forgave me, and we became even closer after that."
I smiled, touched by the bond between Aria and her mom. "That's beautiful," I said. "It's clear how much you mean to each other.”
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