DO YOU LOVE ME


He found her in his favourite shirt, hair damp, face freshly scrubbed, curled underneath the blankets on his laptop.

Earphones in.

Uh oh.

Someone was in a bad mood.

“Did you leave any hot water for me?” He bellowed, hoping she could hear him.

Her response was a scowl.

He broke rule number one. Don’t talk to her when she has earphones in. Rule number two: Don’t disturb her when she is watching her oppa!

With a sigh, he walked into the bathroom. He discarded his clothes and turned on the water. To his relief the water was still steaming hot.

He climbed into the shower, enjoying the heat and the power of the water beating down on his tired muscles.

He wasn’t sure how long he was under the shower, but the water became cold. Turning the faucet off, he reached for a towel.

Drying himself off, he joined her in bed. He plucked her earphones out, ignoring her protests as he closed the laptop.

“You going to tell me what got you into a pouty mood?” He asked.

She crawled onto his lap, wrapping her arms around him. “Do I make you happy?”

His brows furrowed in confusion. He was bewildered by her question. “You always make me happy.” He murmured.

She cocked her head to study him. “Am I yours?”

He laughed. “Yes. You will always be mine”

He kissed her forehead, his lips sweeping over her eyelids down the curve of her cheek. “You are mine. I am yours” he nuzzled her ear.

She made a sound of contentment. “I love you”

“I love you” he whispered.

♥writing was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.♥ each of us has a story to tell. Leave your thoughts. Leave your comments.

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