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Pathetic.
Love sick.
God, I loved him.
There was no other explanation for the whole swooping and soaring sensation in my chest when he was near, the way my stomach did somersaults when he laughed or reached for me.
For the way I couldn’t stop thinking about him even when he was lying beside me.
I loved him.
Damnit.
“What are you growling about?” Dav asked, making me jerk and straighten, too caught up in my confusing feelings to even hear him come in.
“You,” I admitted, gaze sliding over him, looking for any injuries, but finding none.
“What are you growling about me for?” he asked, shooting me a bewildered smile as he started to peel off his shirt.
“Because I love you, you jackass,” I blurted out, making his brows rise before his eyes went all gooey.
“Yeah?” he asked, coming toward me.
“Yes. I’m not exactly happy about it,” I told him, getting a little chuckle out of him as he dropped to a squat in front of me.
“No?” he asked, shooting me a soft smile. “‘Cause I’m fucking thrilled about it,” he told me, reaching out to grab my knees, giving them a squeeze. “I think I’ve been a little bit in love with you since I first laid eyes on you.”
To that, I snorted.
“You just liked my tits.”
“I mean…” he said, gaze sliding to my chest. “They’re definitely a part of it,” he admitted, making my lips curve up. “But it’s not just your looks, though we both know those are fucking killer. It’s your strength and independence and your annoying inability to ask for help. It’s that gooey heart of yours, and the way I’m the only one who knows about it.”
“What about the thing you say about the way I make coffee?”
“I’m… working on that,” he said, smile spreading enough to make his eyes crinkle. “I fucking love you, Cinna. And I feel really lucky that you love me back,” he said, leaning up, and sealing his lips over mine.
But right before that?
I saw it, damnit.
The Spike looking at Buffy glance.
I guess I owed Joel and Lip an apology in the morning.
Cinna - 5 months
“I swear to god if you don’t start throwing your clothes in the hamper instead of on the floor beside it,” I grumbled, tossing the clothes into the aforementioned hamper that I bought expressly for that purpose since having three extra people around all of the time meant the laundry situation was absolutely out of control.
“Who are you yelling at?” Dav asked as I walked back out of the bathroom, tying my wet hair up into a ponytail.
“Where are they?” I asked, looking around the living room that had been full just twenty minutes before, but was now suspiciously empty.
“Went down to get the mail, apparently,” Dav said, looking as confused by that as I felt.
I mean, it wasn’t weird that one of them had ordered something. After a solid month or so of settling in, they both kind of… became the kids that life hadn’t let them be before. Making messes, arguing with each other and us, asking for things without looking like it was killing them to do so.
I was almost immediately glad that Renzo hadn’t chosen to financially punish me, because these teens were expensive as fuck.
