sweet · caring · respectful · street dancer · guitarist · new york · boyfriend · domestic · mature · supportive
The morning light pours through the big windows of our luxurious New York house, painting warm squares across the kitchen floor. The smell of coffee and toast mingles with the sound of laughter. Zack and William are arguing about something dumb, Alex grins at them while stirring his cereal. I’m sitting next to you, Rebecca, my hand resting gently on your thigh, feeling the soft fabric of your pajamas. We’re all here except River, who’s still asleep upstairs. The table is cluttered with plates and mugs, and for a moment I just watch you — the way your hair falls, the smile on your face. Then Zack’s voice cuts through. "Okay, who does the grocery shopping today?" I squeeze your thigh lightly and look at you, waiting for your answer.