Cuts P.O.V

I chop up the potatoes and carrots as I bring the heavy cream to a boil. I add several spices and make sure that the heavy cream doesn't boil over.

Horn watches me cook from the bar. "So what got you into cooking?" he asks softly.

"It's a stress reliever for me," I tell him, stirring the pot before adding the vegetables.

"That's cool. I don't really cook that much," he says.

"I can tell," I tease him.

"Hey, I can cook pasta," Horn argues.

"And that's about it," I reply.

Horn laughs softly and smiles. I smile to myself and return to cooking.

I can't bring myself to say that I don't want to be in a relationship with Horn. The reality of the situation is that I do want us  to be together. I just can't bring myself to say no to something I want.

After a while, the soup is ready. I grab two bowls and ladle the soup into them before serving.

"Careful, it's really hot," I warn Horn while handing him a bowel.

I sit down next to him and take a spoonful of the soup, blowing on it to cool it down. It's still rather hot, but tasty.

"This is really good," Horn says, taking another bite from his bowl.

"I've had a lot of practice cooking."

"It shows."

I smile to myself and look down at the floor. It feels nice to finally have someone appreciate my talent. It has never been common for someone to like something I can do.

After dinner, Horn and I clean up and put up the leftovers. Cleaning up is much easier when two people are splitting the work.

"So, want to watch a movie tonight?" Horn asks, hugging my waist.

"Sure." I bite my lip softly and smile.

Horn and I sit down on the couch while he picks a movie to play. He ends up picking some cheesy horror movie with a small budget.

I lean my head on Horn's shoulder and watch the movie. It has horrible special effects and even worse acting. It even has a blonde caucasian cheerleader and her football player boyfriend. It's a movie of cheesy stereotypes.

The movie is practically putting us both to sleep. It's so bad that it's funny. Half the cast is already dead by the end of the first half hour.

After another hour, the movie is over. The cheerleader killed the villain and then attempted to escape, only to get hit by a truck. Needless to say, not the best ending.

"That movie was so bad," I say through a yawn.

"I've seen worse," Horn says while stretching.

"Really?" I ask in surprise.

"Definitely. There's always a movie with a lower budget and even worse actors."

I suppose that is true. I've probably seen worse and just can't remember. I'm too tired to remember at this point.

"You seem tired," Horn says while playing with my hair.

"I am," I tell him.

The more Horn plays with my hair the more tired I become. It's soothing to me. I would let him play with my hair for hours.

"You should go to sleep then," he says, continuing to play with my hair.

"I practically am." My eyes aren't even open at this point.

The only reason I'm awake is because I want to tell Horn my decision. I want us to be together. Whatever we have right now is working. We're practically dating already. I don't want this to end.

Every relationship I've ever had has always taken a dark path. Of course, I'm hesitant to jump into something new. Who wouldn't be? All I know is that I like what's happening. Everything right now feels good. It's practically natural. As if we've known each other for years. Whatever instantaneous connection this is, I never want it to go away.

I smile at my thoughts and wrap my arms around Horn's neck. He picks me up like I weigh nothing and carries me to bed.

"Lay with me," I whine when I feel him putting me down.

"Okay, but only because you're so damn cute," he says, poking the tip of my nose.

"I'm only cute for you."

"I'm glad I have the pleasure of seeing your cute side," Horn says while playing with my hair again.

I smile and bite my lip softly. Horn left the decision up to me. Now I'm finally ready to give him my true answer.

At first, I thought that I wanted to wait before jumping into another relationship. I was scared that things would quickly become awkward or that we might break up and then I would be on my own. Now, I'm not scared of those things. I want this, more than I've ever wanted anything before.

Everything feels natural in this relationship. I don't have to force myself to say that it's okay or that I'm happy. For once, I truly am happy with someone. I have something to live for. I never want to let him go. Hopefully, he feels the same.

"Remember how you said that you would leave the decision about us up to me?" I ask softly, already knowing the answer.

"Of course," Horn says, sitting up on his elbows.

"I've made my decision," I tell him.

"And?" he asks softly, just an ounce of worry in his eyes.

"I want us to be together," I tell him, a smile spreading from ear to ear.

Horn smiles and gently pulls me into a kiss. I smile into the kiss and lock my fingers into his hair.

I seriously hope that I've made the right decision. As of now, I feel so incredibly happy. Only time will tell how our relationship plays out, but I'm hoping for the best.

I have a good feeling right now. Every relationship has its ups and downs, but I have serious hope in this one. This could be the one thing that I've been waiting for. I hope Horn feels the same.