Sunlight filtered through the room illicitly, weaving its way around the blinds. Funnily enough, it would be there for only the shortest period of time, before rain would take its place. It was as if the sun only came in the mornings to wake the people of درخت ہل, لندن up, before it would return to its place in the heavens until the اگلے day.
Lucas attempted to shield his face with his hand, and when that did not work, he groaned loudly, turning away from the window sided-wall.
The سیکنڈ they had moved in together, Brooke had claimed the right side of the بستر - the side that never seemed to face the windows. He cracked an eye open, looking over his wife as she slept.
The outline of her shape was perfect. Beautiful. He could just lay there, watching her breathe slowly, and be content. Her dark hair rested around her shoulders, and the covers were pulled up to just her under her breast.
Smiling faintly, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple. Brooke awoke suddenly, her eyes wide. Realizing it was just him, she smiled softly, closing her eyes once more.
“I love you.” Lucas spoke softly.
She opened her eyes. “You too.”
Sighing, he shook his head. She’d been like this for a while. It was almost like Brooke got constant mood swings. She’d go to بستر entirely happy with him, and wake up all tense and distant.
“Brooke..” He tugged at her shoulder. Reluctantly, she turned to face him. One eye open, one closed.
He wanted to ask her what was up; what was on her mind. Instead, he pulled her close to his chest, kissing the سب, سب سے اوپر of her head, and hugging her tightly. He was surprised when she did not tense her shoulders یا pull away.
Brooke had seemed to have dissolved into him. She sighed contently into his chest, wrapping one arm tighter around him. Sighing heavily, she kissed his clothed chest. The faintest of grins crossed Lucas’s face.
“I love you, Lucas.” She spoke surely, placing another kiss on his collarbone.
“I love آپ too, Brooke. مزید then you’ll ever know.”
It was cheesy, but true. He’d never loved anyone as much as he loved Brooke. He’d never wanted to just lay in بستر all دن and hold someone, cuddle with them, except for when that someone was Brooke.
A smile lighting up her face, she leaned up to kiss him.
Unfortunately, she didn’t quite get the chance. Nathan opened the door to the room, and upon seeing the couple, bit his lip and slapped himself across the head. Lucas growled inwardly; he’d forgotten Nathan was there.
“God, I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot. I should uh, really learn to knock.” Nathan made a face, shrugging his shoulders heavily.
“It’s okay, Nate. Do آپ need something?” Brooke had pulled away from Lucas. And that was that. The moment was over.
Thanks, Nate. Lucas spoke to himself, inwardly cursing his brother.
“No, I mean.. well, I was just having problems with the stove. I was going to make breakfast for all of us. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, etcetera. Except I couldn’t figure out how to work the stove.”
“You turn the knob.” Lucas said, somewhat coolly.
Brooke shot her husband a death glare. “It’s a complicated stove. I’ll help آپ work it.”
“No, it’s okay. آپ stay, I’ll figure it out..”
“Don’t be silly, Nathan.” She smiled.
Pulling herself completely away from Lucas, she stood. In just a wife beater and short black shorts, she followed Nathan towards the staircase that would lead them to the kitchen. Lucas could hear them conversing chirpily as they made their way down.
He groaned, leaning back in bed. Well, that Nathan sure had great timing. Frowning, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing.
Really, he wasn’t mad at Nathan. Slightly annoyed, yes. But not mad.
It was just that it was such a rare occasion he and Brooke got to just - be. They rarely ever laid in بستر and just enjoyed each other’s company. And it wasn’t really Nathan’s fault that he’d walked in once they finally started doing so. But Lucas had to find someone to blame. And Nathan was the most obvious choice.
Stretching his arms, he sat up. Cocking his head to the side, he turned towards the window. Suddenly, as if on cue, rain suddenly began to pour, and the room darkened.
He nodded. “Of course.”
-
Peyton’s eyes opened slowly, and she took a deep breath, looking around at her surroundings.
Her eyes popped open and she quickly sat up. Where the hell was she? This didn’t look at all like her house. The walls were blue, the furniture manly - Suddenly it hit her.
This was Dave’s house.
Realizing she was on his couch, she ran a hand through her hair. She had to have fallen asleep the night before. Groaning, she laid back down.
“Morning.”
She shrieked. “Oh my God. آپ totally scared me.”
“Not exactly a morning person, huh?” Dave grinned.
“Who is?” Peyton rolled her eyes.
He smiled slightly, looking down, “Me.”
“Oh,” She giggled, blushing deeply, “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. You’re cute when آپ blush, آپ know.” He stated softly, only deepening her blush.
She stared at him, a smile tugging up at the corners of her lips. How could he possibly find her cute at this گھنٹہ of the morning? How could anything about her be cute when her hair was a curly mess, and her eyes were probably underlined with bags?
Dave handed Peyton a cup of coffee, and she all but inhaled it in.
He watched her with wide eyes, “So, I take it آپ like coffee.”
“I love coffee. I want to marry coffee. My life revolves around coffee.” He laughed, but she didn’t even crack a smile.
“So, in conclusion, آپ like coffee.”
“Yeah. آپ know what I’ve noticed? آپ and I don’t know all that much about each other.”
“Well I like you.”
She looked down at her hands, feeling her cheeks warm for the hundredth time that morning. “I like آپ too.”
“Good to know.”
“But I mean, I don’t know about your family, یا many of your past relationships. Last night, we managed to talk about everything but ourselves.”
“Okay,” He smiled, “So, tell me about yourself.”
She bit her lip, “How much time do آپ have?”
“All morning.”
“I was afraid you’d say that,” She wrinkled her nose in a way he found entirely adorable, “How about آپ go first?"
Lucas attempted to shield his face with his hand, and when that did not work, he groaned loudly, turning away from the window sided-wall.
The سیکنڈ they had moved in together, Brooke had claimed the right side of the بستر - the side that never seemed to face the windows. He cracked an eye open, looking over his wife as she slept.
The outline of her shape was perfect. Beautiful. He could just lay there, watching her breathe slowly, and be content. Her dark hair rested around her shoulders, and the covers were pulled up to just her under her breast.
Smiling faintly, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple. Brooke awoke suddenly, her eyes wide. Realizing it was just him, she smiled softly, closing her eyes once more.
“I love you.” Lucas spoke softly.
She opened her eyes. “You too.”
Sighing, he shook his head. She’d been like this for a while. It was almost like Brooke got constant mood swings. She’d go to بستر entirely happy with him, and wake up all tense and distant.
“Brooke..” He tugged at her shoulder. Reluctantly, she turned to face him. One eye open, one closed.
He wanted to ask her what was up; what was on her mind. Instead, he pulled her close to his chest, kissing the سب, سب سے اوپر of her head, and hugging her tightly. He was surprised when she did not tense her shoulders یا pull away.
Brooke had seemed to have dissolved into him. She sighed contently into his chest, wrapping one arm tighter around him. Sighing heavily, she kissed his clothed chest. The faintest of grins crossed Lucas’s face.
“I love you, Lucas.” She spoke surely, placing another kiss on his collarbone.
“I love آپ too, Brooke. مزید then you’ll ever know.”
It was cheesy, but true. He’d never loved anyone as much as he loved Brooke. He’d never wanted to just lay in بستر all دن and hold someone, cuddle with them, except for when that someone was Brooke.
A smile lighting up her face, she leaned up to kiss him.
Unfortunately, she didn’t quite get the chance. Nathan opened the door to the room, and upon seeing the couple, bit his lip and slapped himself across the head. Lucas growled inwardly; he’d forgotten Nathan was there.
“God, I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot. I should uh, really learn to knock.” Nathan made a face, shrugging his shoulders heavily.
“It’s okay, Nate. Do آپ need something?” Brooke had pulled away from Lucas. And that was that. The moment was over.
Thanks, Nate. Lucas spoke to himself, inwardly cursing his brother.
“No, I mean.. well, I was just having problems with the stove. I was going to make breakfast for all of us. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, etcetera. Except I couldn’t figure out how to work the stove.”
“You turn the knob.” Lucas said, somewhat coolly.
Brooke shot her husband a death glare. “It’s a complicated stove. I’ll help آپ work it.”
“No, it’s okay. آپ stay, I’ll figure it out..”
“Don’t be silly, Nathan.” She smiled.
Pulling herself completely away from Lucas, she stood. In just a wife beater and short black shorts, she followed Nathan towards the staircase that would lead them to the kitchen. Lucas could hear them conversing chirpily as they made their way down.
He groaned, leaning back in bed. Well, that Nathan sure had great timing. Frowning, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing.
Really, he wasn’t mad at Nathan. Slightly annoyed, yes. But not mad.
It was just that it was such a rare occasion he and Brooke got to just - be. They rarely ever laid in بستر and just enjoyed each other’s company. And it wasn’t really Nathan’s fault that he’d walked in once they finally started doing so. But Lucas had to find someone to blame. And Nathan was the most obvious choice.
Stretching his arms, he sat up. Cocking his head to the side, he turned towards the window. Suddenly, as if on cue, rain suddenly began to pour, and the room darkened.
He nodded. “Of course.”
-
Peyton’s eyes opened slowly, and she took a deep breath, looking around at her surroundings.
Her eyes popped open and she quickly sat up. Where the hell was she? This didn’t look at all like her house. The walls were blue, the furniture manly - Suddenly it hit her.
This was Dave’s house.
Realizing she was on his couch, she ran a hand through her hair. She had to have fallen asleep the night before. Groaning, she laid back down.
“Morning.”
She shrieked. “Oh my God. آپ totally scared me.”
“Not exactly a morning person, huh?” Dave grinned.
“Who is?” Peyton rolled her eyes.
He smiled slightly, looking down, “Me.”
“Oh,” She giggled, blushing deeply, “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. You’re cute when آپ blush, آپ know.” He stated softly, only deepening her blush.
She stared at him, a smile tugging up at the corners of her lips. How could he possibly find her cute at this گھنٹہ of the morning? How could anything about her be cute when her hair was a curly mess, and her eyes were probably underlined with bags?
Dave handed Peyton a cup of coffee, and she all but inhaled it in.
He watched her with wide eyes, “So, I take it آپ like coffee.”
“I love coffee. I want to marry coffee. My life revolves around coffee.” He laughed, but she didn’t even crack a smile.
“So, in conclusion, آپ like coffee.”
“Yeah. آپ know what I’ve noticed? آپ and I don’t know all that much about each other.”
“Well I like you.”
She looked down at her hands, feeling her cheeks warm for the hundredth time that morning. “I like آپ too.”
“Good to know.”
“But I mean, I don’t know about your family, یا many of your past relationships. Last night, we managed to talk about everything but ourselves.”
“Okay,” He smiled, “So, tell me about yourself.”
She bit her lip, “How much time do آپ have?”
“All morning.”
“I was afraid you’d say that,” She wrinkled her nose in a way he found entirely adorable, “How about آپ go first?"
