I'm way too good at goodbyes ~ him

"Take it off."

Such a simple request. I glanced over at him with my eyes raised. "Like, the whole thing?"

We both stared at the corn in my hand, the top half of the cover hanging over. It's not my fault I've never made corn in all my life. I've had it premade.

I never thought to buy the actual thing and make something.

He chuckled, shaking his head, "of course Pete, unless you want to cook it with the skin."

I snorted, giving him a sneaky glance before doing as told, progressing onto the next one. While I made the corn, he did the rest of the cooking, because he's suddenly got the interest to do so. I have no idea where he got it from. One day, while I was busy with my painting, he barged into my paint-room and announced that he wanted to learn to cook and make meals.

Everyday from then, he took the calendar to cook every Saturday. Today is special since it's our anniversary of being together. I couldn't begin to count the years. The things we've gone through.

As a result of celebrating for being so strong, we went out to an amusement park which was crowded with children since it's the weekend. Then we made reservations at a fancy restaurant where I loved the food, hence the reason why he chose it.

The movie was already picked out and waiting for us. Time passed by fast and before I knew it, he'd made the stir-fry in minutes, plating them into equal portions along with glasses.

We settled on our sofa, getting comfort, and finishing our food well in time, enjoying the movie. Washing the plates in the middle of the movie, and a cup of ice-cream later, I literally sprawled over my boyfriend, cuddling close, head snug on his chest, watching the new Spiderman movie.

He kissed my hair before pulling me up to get my attention. Once I did give it to him, he puckered up, making me response with a good kiss. It felt like our kiss after a long, long time. Like we were kissing for the first time, but we knew each other's lips so well.

It got so additive every time.

He might be the one to start the kisses, but I'm the one who's always finding it so hard to let go. I just wanted more of him.

The atmosphere got heated and the movie slowly forgotten. The only thing that mattered was his lips, and his body with him. We lost each other in that moment, wanting each other more than ever. We barely took a second to separate our lips.

My shy mind shuts away, not even caring if we were behaving like hungry teenagers.

"Take it off."

I paused. Moving back to look at him properly, I hummed in question.

"Take your shirt off."

His smirk made me laugh but the dying feeling of doubt lingered at the back of my head.

Straddling him, trying to gain some confidence, I grabbed at the hem of my oversized shirt, hesitant to lift it up.

My boyfriend, being the amazing man he is, understood my struggles and nodded in encouragement. With that, I pulled the rest over, throwing it somewhere else, highly aware of his eyes over my body and my exposed skin burning regardless of the chills.

"Beautiful as always."

My face heated up as I looked up anyway but him. Oh god.

"What are you trying to hide? Stop that with your hand."

I rolled my eyes, not complying. I felt so open. My face was seconds from exploding.

When he realized that I wasn't going to, he grabbed at my hands and swiftly looked it behind me. I struggled but it was useless.

"Look, look. You're missing the amazing part, Pete!"

I looked at what he was talking about, confused all of a sudden. Then I noticed what he meant. There at my abdomen, were a set of muscles popping out, ever so lightly.

Wow.

"My baby!" My boyfriend was celebrating, and I felt a rush of confidence spring through me.

"I'm fit."

He laughed, making us both shake. "Yes, you are! And so healthy! But you were even before this popped out."

I enjoyed the discovery with him, being proud of myself more than ever. I've come so far. And all thanks to him.

"I'm so proud of you, my Pete."

I was littered with many kisses before he dug deep into my neck, sending a wave of sparks through my body and right down to my feet. But he did something by my collarbone and had me shivering and making me whisper right by his ear, "Tra-vis..."

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Best boyfriend of the year goes to...

TRAVIS!

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