Things had never been better since the last fight.
This time around, there was less of the casual hooking up that had defined our earlier days, instead we spent more time actually being together.
We spent evenings wrapped up in each other, laughing over Indoor games that turned competitive in seconds, him cheating to get a rise out of me, and that crooked grin flashing when I called him out. Date nights that weren't even planned, we'd just end up somewhere, laughing too loud, sharing food off the same plate like we were normal.
And the nights...
God, the nights were different.
Lying on his bed, with my head on his chest, and his arm draped over me. The TV glowing in the dark, with basketball games playing while he talked
"See that?" he'd murmur, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my ar
