"Babe!"

"In the room," I yelled back. I was laying on the bed with a staff paper littered around me. I grinned when I heard his footsteps rushing through the house. I saw him come through the door and jumped on the bed. His lips pressed hard against mine in excitement. I kissed back and smiled at him when he pulled back.

"What is it?" He held up a now crumbled paper in his hand that I didn't have the chance to notice before. I took it and began reading it out loud. "Dear Mr. Ross, we are pleased to inform you that your writing entry has been selected to appear in next month's issue for Writers in the Making."

I looked up at him in shock. My arms flew around his neck and pulled him against me. I kissed him and he returned it. He was smiling against my lips which only made me even happier. I pulled away and gazed into his eyes.

"Ryan this.. this is amazing. I didn't even know you entered a contest." He moved to sit back against the headboard. He pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me. He buried his face into my neck as I moved my arms around him. I could feel his smile against my skin.

"My professor submitted it for me. He said he knew I wouldn't have done it on my own." I shook my head and chuckled softly. He was always insecure about his writing. I don't know why, but nothing I say really helps.

"So, what's gonna happen now? Do you have to do anything?"

"They're gonna email me. They wanna interview me, which I am not looking forward to, but if I'm getting my writing out there, then I'll do just about anything they want." I combed my fingers through his hair and kissed the side of his head.

"I'm so proud of you." I bit my lip, trying to keep my smile contained as he kissed my neck affectionately.