“Come here, stupid,” I jokingly said and opened my blanket for her to get in. After blowing out the candles and collecting a bouquet of the tiger lilies, we had moved into my bedroom. She was awkwardly standing at the foot of my bed. She grinned at what I had said and snuggled in close to me.
“Ooh, it’s nice and warm in here,” she softly moaned and wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me close.
I have lived a decently long life, and nothing I had ever felt had come even close to what I felt right then. Content, happy, at-home. My home was being in her arms, and I never wanted to leave.
And there it was—that famous stare of hers. Burning a hole right through me.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She looked away, blushing a little.
“What?” I asked again, whining this time.
“I just…” She landed her
