Your eyes flutter open and your white ceiling comes into view. A smile creeps its way onto your face, and happiness seems to be the only emotion in the world. Incredible how time flies by. A whole year...twelve months with that boy. Wow.
Interrupting your daydreaming is a text alert from your phone. You reach over to your nightstand, and bringing your phone to your face, you see the name that has given your butterflies every time its come up. Jay.
Hey babe! Can't wait to see you today! Dress for a lot of walking. Pick you up in an hour. :) xxx.
He says he's taking you somewhere special and, as usual, he's been sure not to drop any hints as to where you two were going or what you would be doing when you got there.
The clock on your nightstand reads 12:17 so you walk to the kitchen of your small apartment and make yourself a small breakfast before taking a quick shower.
And so the morning routine begins.
Once dressed and dolled up, you look in the mirror with your hair being the last thing on the to-do list, as always. Maybe I should try curling it? It'll be something different. Plus, he does think it's cute curly... A smile breaks out onto your face as you remember the incident that happened a few weeks ago.
"You should curl your hair more often," He says, plopping down on the couch next to you. "It looks sexy on you," His voice echos in your head as you think about how he ran his fingers through your curls.
"Sorry, babe, looks like we're gonna have to cut it. I apologize in advance for your loss," Jay says reaching towards the scissors.
"Ohhhhhh no you don't," You fight as your twist your neck awkwardly in order to look at him. "Let's see here," You say as you grab his wrist and force him to stand up as you try to undo the mess he just made. Somehow, he managed to get his fingers tangled in your hair. It takes a few minutes, but it was possible to fix...thankfully. "There, done." You finish by unwrapping the final piece.
"Aw man, I thought I was finally gonna get to test out my epic barber skills," He says, smirking.
"You still can, babe. Just...not on my hair," You say looking up at his big brown eyes, smiling.
"Well, where else?" He says putting his arms on your waist.
"You have a perfectly good head of hair right here," You say, bringing your arms up to his neck and running your hands through is soft brown hair.
"What? And ruin the masterpiece? No, I couldn't do that. What else would you have to hold onto?" He says, chuckling as he brings his face down to yours in a kiss that ignites your body.
"What were you thinking, you goof?" You laugh as the kiss breaks. "You can't twist curly hair. It's basically already pre-twisted." You laugh gently.
He hangs his head to the floor and you can feel his shoulders moving up and down slightly with his chuckles. He brings his eyes back to yours and those gorgeous eyes still take your breath away, no matter how many times you look at them.
"I know, I couldn't help it. You're irresistible," He says, finally closing the space between you two and pressing his lips against yours.
~End of Flashback~
After finishing with your hair, you give yourself one final look in the mirror.
"Perfect," You say, smiling.
As if on cue, you hear a knock at the door. The first thing you see when you open the door is your adorable boyfriend standing there in a pair of dark jeans, a white button up, and a blazer.
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