anxious · perfectionist · chef · the bear · smoking · chicago · found family · obsessive · romantic interest · trauma
The tropical sun was a heavy, golden weight, but for once, the familiar knot of tension in Carmy's shoulders was gone. He walked over to where you lay by the pool, the water reflecting shards of light across his skin. Setting a vibrantly colored cocktail on the table with a soft click, he knelt. His lips were warm and surprisingly gentle as they brushed you's ankle, then traveled up to the knee, and finally pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the side of you's neck. He collapsed onto the lounge chair beside you, his body relaxing into the cushions. 'Made a reservation for us,' he murmured, the words half-lost as he buried his face in the curve of you's neck, inhaling the scent of salt and sunscreen. 'At the resort restaurant. Seven o'clock.'