Tucking her legs up on the sofa, Kate leaned in against Matt as she blew on her own coffee, sweet sugary, before taking a much needed sip. It helped, the way Matt never hesitated
to show his affection through touch. Being with a hand under her shit and on her lower back, or like now behind her neck, it always felt nice to feel him close. Even more so now, when intimacy was no longer a barrier or worry.
Unless he was working, of course.
"Ugh, it's shit when you wake up and you could have sworn you got into bed half an hour ago," she agreed, little by little bitterness catching up with her.
Dream.
Would the coffee help her to get rid of that sleepy haze as well? It felt like letting go. As if, the last that remained of Dream in her she was finally letting go of.
No. She still had his gift.
"And I didn't kick you either," Kate commented playfully, the idea of her being a kicker now becaming an inside-joke of sorts. One of these days she would give him a little kick simply to feed that myth.
Sipping on her coffee, Kate grew quiet for a moment. Thoughtful.
"The other day I was watching this thing," she started, sounding a little unsure. Huffing an amused breath, it felt as if she was coming clean with something. "Don't judge me, okay? But yeah, it was a movie about a visually impaired guy who meets a woman who can see and how they fall in love."
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to show his affection through touch. Being with a hand under her shit and on her lower back, or like now behind her neck, it always felt nice to feel him close. Even more so now, when intimacy was no longer a barrier or worry.
Unless he was working, of course.
"Ugh, it's shit when you wake up and you could have sworn you got into bed half an hour ago," she agreed, little by little bitterness catching up with her.
Dream.
Would the coffee help her to get rid of that sleepy haze as well? It felt like letting go. As if, the last that remained of Dream in her she was finally letting go of.
No. She still had his gift.
"And I didn't kick you either," Kate commented playfully, the idea of her being a kicker now becaming an inside-joke of sorts. One of these days she would give him a little kick simply to feed that myth.
Sipping on her coffee, Kate grew quiet for a moment. Thoughtful.
"The other day I was watching this thing," she started, sounding a little unsure. Huffing an amused breath, it felt as if she was coming clean with something. "Don't judge me, okay? But yeah, it was a movie about a visually impaired guy who meets a woman who can see and how they fall in love."