𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 | 18+

Chapter Seventeen

MIA

The morning sun spills into the room, casting a golden hue over everything. Alex stirs, his eyes meeting mine as we exchange a knowing glance. "Morning, baby." he says with a warmth that wasn't there before.

"Good morning," I reply, the tension from the previous night seemingly replaced by a newfound openness.

He's so fucking handsome Jesus, I probably look like a drug Addict that just woke up.

As we share breakfast, the air is filled with conversation. Alex, usually a man of few words, begins to unravel the layers of his thoughts. "Last night was... unexpected," he admits, his tone vulnerable.

I nod in agreement, feeling a sense of relief that we're addressing the elephant in the room. "I never thought we'd end up here," I confess, stirring my coffee.

Alex reaches across the table, his hand gently covering mine. "Sometimes life takes us to places we never imagined, Mia. And maybe that's where we find the most unexpected beauty."

Our words become a bridge, connecting the uncharted territories of our feelings. We delve into the complexities, discussing our fears, hopes, and the uncertainties that lie ahead. The air is filled with the cadence of our voices, a symphony of understanding weaving through the room.

"I never thought I'd fall for someone like you," I admit, surprising even myself with the candor.

He's, psycho, delusional, possessive, obsessive.

But Stupid me, I fell for him.

Alex smirks, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, I'm not exactly your typical love story, am I?"

No well shit jackass.

Laughter fills the space between us, a welcomed reprieve from the intense emotions of the night before. The walls that once seemed impenetrable start to crumble, revealing the potential for connection.

As the day unfolds, our talkative nature continues. We share stories, discuss our dreams, and even argue about trivial matters. The air is vibrant with the exchange of ideas, and the silences are comfortable, filled with the promise of understanding.

In the art studio, Alex becomes genuinely interested in my work. "Teach me about art," he requests, his eyes curious.

I smile, realizing that maybe our differences can be a source of enrichment rather than division. "Art is about expression, Alex. It's a language that goes beyond words."

He nods, absorbing the lesson with genuine interest. "Maybe I've been missing out on something profound."

The day takes us through various activities, each moment punctuated by conversation. In the park, amid the rustling leaves and the city sounds, we discuss our pasts, fears, and aspirations. The shared laughter becomes a melody, and the occasional disagreements are like brushstrokes on the canvas of our budding connection.

Alex suggests exploring a local art exhibition. The idea excites me, and we embark on a journey through galleries filled with diverse expressions of creativity. As we stroll from one exhibit to another, our dialogue becomes a dance of interpretations and perspectives.

"I never thought I'd appreciate art this much," Alex muses, his eyes scanning a particularly abstract painting.

"It's more about feeling than understanding," I explain, pointing out the emotions woven into the brushstrokes. "Each piece is like a window into the artist's soul."

We spend hours immersed in the world of art, discussing colors, shapes, and the stories behind each masterpiece. The day unfolds as a tapestry of shared experiences, our words becoming threads that weave through the fabric of our growing connection.

Over lunch at a cozy café, our conversation takes a turn toward the future. Dreams and aspirations spill forth, and we share our visions for what lies ahead. The prospect of a shared journey becomes more tangible, and the day takes on a sense of collaboration, a partnership in discovering life's intricacies.

Later in the afternoon, we find ourselves in a bookstore, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of fresh pages. Engrossed in a discussion about literature, we pick out books for each other—stories that reflect our personalities and, in a way, become tokens of understanding.

As the day transitions into evening, we decide to cook dinner together. In the kitchen, amidst laughter and playful banter, we experiment with flavors and create a meal that symbolizes our collaborative spirit. The clinking of utensils and the aroma of spices become the soundtrack to a day that's transcending our expectations.

Sitting down to enjoy our homemade dinner, the conversation takes a more introspective turn. "What do you truly want, baby?" Alex asks, his gaze unwavering.

I ponder his question, realizing that this day of openness has brought us to a moment of self-reflection. "I want a life filled with passion, connection, and the freedom to express myself through art," I confess.

As night falls, we find ourselves back in the quiet of our shared space. Instead of avoiding the difficult topics, we tackle them head-on. "What are we, baby?" Alex asks, his gaze searching for clarity.

I meet his eyes, a newfound certainty in my voice. "Let's figure it out together, Alex. No more hiding, no more games. Just us, talking, learning, and growing."

"Alex promise me you won't hurt me." I say as I glare at him.

"I wont baby I promise." He says softly, as we continue our conversation.

I decide to let him stay another the night. As we lay in bed, Alex kisses my forehead, whispers "goodnight," and I curl around him, finding peace in his embrace, and quickly drifted into a peaceful sleep.