#sooo cute

2am

⋆˙⟡ “This is what you call cookies?” He questions, you two stood still for a while staring at the burnt attempted sugar cookies, your hand rested on your hip—and you could only manage out a huff. “Don’t blame it all on me michael.” You cross your arms and he stifles a laugh, “Yeah baby well, you put them in there, preheated it and all.”

Instead of throwing the cookies out—you fling open the cabinet and grab a glass plate, You place a napkin over it and the cookies follow up. “We’re eating these—if you love me you’ll eat these.” You tease, and he huffs, pulling you by the waist and pressing small kisses into your neck. “Throw ‘em out sweetheart, I’ll have someone go grab us some cookies from the store.”

“What’s the love in that?” You pout. He kisses your lips. “Won’t have you eating your burnt cookies—that’s love.”

3:50am

⋆˙⟡ “A pillow fight?” He retorts, and you nod. “May the best man win!” You pick up a silky pillow from the bed, the bed bouncing beneath you as you jump. “Get up here!” You usher him, and he does, grabbing another silk pillow. Your pillow hits his arm, and your pillow ends up hitting his face. He tackles you and a perfect idea floods through your mind.

“Ow, Michael—seriously.” You murmur, feigning fake hurt. He immediately gets up. “Oh I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t know I was being so rough I—“ you take this chance quickly standing up and whacking his hip. “Cheater!” He lets out a squeal and tackles you once again, this time he’s kissing your lips. “I love pillow fighting.” He says. “I’d like to pillow fight again.”

“AGAIN?” You squeak.

5am

⋆˙⟡ “It was the worst you know,” You two were now currently deep into the real talk—talk of life. He nods, the blue pool in front of you, stars in the sky. “I hear you.” You shake the tears from your eyes. “But enough about me Mike, you know how I get.” He watches your expression and his expression is filled with—wanting to know you more than he already does.

He leans in and swifts a small piece of hair from your face, hand resting on your thigh. “I love you y/n.” He murmurs. “So much—you’re my reason, my reason of life, my every—you’re why I do the things I do now.”

“Because I love you.” He finishes off, and you stifle a laugh. “You’re such a freaking loser!” You tease him, leaning in to kiss him. “This is because I stay up with you all night, hm?” He shrugs. “Partially.”

“You ass.” You playfully nudge him.

⋆˙⟡ And you two accidentally fall asleep on the pool chairs, your head tucked underneath his chin, legs curled up on his stomach, and his hot breath fanning your scalp.

📸 Indira Varma

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