She patted his blond hair a little too harshly, “Kellan,” he shook his head, refusing to open his eyes, “Kellan…” She tried again, resting a hand on his cheek, “Christopher!” A hand snaked around her waist as he pulled her down onto the bed, rolling them over so their foreheads touched. After what seemed like an eternity, he eyed her from across the pillow. She raised her eyebrows at him,
“There used to be a time when I’d beg you to stay in bed with me and you wouldn’t, but now the roles are reversed and it’s your eyes that are holding me down…” she whispered.
He let out a sigh. Ashley’s fingers tangled in to his beard.
Raising his hand, Kellan’s pointer and pinky fingers were flexed outward, leaving his thumb loosely tucked beneath his other two fingers. She watched his half sign float above her in silence. The bruises on his arm outlined by the sunlight.
Ashley’s own fingers pulled against his thumb to reveal the full sign.
I love you
“I love you too,” she snuggled closely to him, after he turned on his back to be seen clearer.
You want me to make breakfast?
“I do,” her eyes widened. “You always make it better than me.”
He nodded, bringing one hand to her cheek.
“Speak to me,” she felt a prickly kiss run down her jaw.
Kiss me. He signed.
Ashley watched him bite his bottom lip, “Say it,”
“Kiss me,” he coaxed, groggily.
Ashley’s lips traced his. His long sleeved thermal lifted as his hands reached to grab the bed’s head board. Now, resting on his shoulder, Kellan leaned over her with a soft smile. “Look at you,”
“What?”
“You’re beautiful,”
“You’re beautiful too,” he reached for his glasses on the small bedside dresser. “Now, go cook for me,”
“Alright.”