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Bryce chuckled softly and pulled back, kissing her forehead. “Let’s get started on the food, yeah? Don’t want to upset your stomach.”
Bryce chuckled softly and pulled back, kissing her forehead. “Let’s get started on the food, yeah? Don’t want to upset your stomach.”
Joy blushed heavily before clearing her throat.
“Ye—Yes,” she stammered, flustered. “Let’s get started. I’m starving!”
(Skip? Idk when to, but… 🤷🏼♀️)
(I have no idea, either.)
(Hm… Next day? Post college classes?)
(I just remembered that I said it was still summer… So no college…)
(Thank God for them.)
(Lol. Yeah. So… Maybe after work, then?)
(Probably. 🤷♀️)
(Mmmm’kay…)
“Joy? Are you home? I’m back,” Bryce called as he stepped through the door. He closed it behind himself and took his shoes off.
Joy looked at herself in the mirror, heaving a tired sigh. She’d been getting less and less sleep, and the little sleep she had left her more exhausted than better.
When she heard Bryce’s voice, though, she immediately perked up. Her boyfriend was home! She darted out of the bathroom and almost slipped when she entered the living room.
“Bryce!” She exclaimed, paying no attention to the fact that she almost fell. “Welcome home!”
Bryce’s eyebrows shot up when he noticed her stumbling out. He chuckled softly and crossed the room to meet her. Sweeping her up into his arms, he pressed a long kiss to her lips.
“Well, hey there,” he murmured, pulling away a little.
Joy giggles when he sweeped (???) her into his arms and pressed a long kiss to her lips. She fought back a smile and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back.
“I missed you,” she whispered against his lips, not wanting to pull away. “I came back home a while ago, and it was so boring, Bryce. I ended up making cake and cupcakes and cleaned the house but it was still not enough because it was still hours left for you to get home, and then I got tired of waiting but you’re here now so I’m happy.”
(Easy there, Joy! Breathe!)
(Lol. She reminds me of someone, but I can't put my finger on it…)
Bryce chuckled and kissed her quickly once more before pulling away. "You made cake and cupcakes? Babe, how long ago did you get home? And what kind of cake…?"
Joy furrowed her eyebrows, keeping her arms around his neck as she looked up at him.
"Um, I got home two hours ago. Work was slow today so I wasn't needed anymore, which wasn't very nice. I was a very good staff member," Joy said, sighing and resting her forehead against his chest. "And you have to guess!
"You made both a cake and cupcakes in two hours? Babe, where has all this energy come from?" Bryce laughed, kissing the top of her head. "Um… Strawberry? Red velvet?"
"When I think about you being happy, I think I can do everything," Joy replied softly, grinning up at him. "Strawberry cake, red velvet cupcakes! And now we're out of strawberries. I wanted to go and get some, but it was too tiring, so I didn't. I'll get them tomorrow."
Bryce laughed and met her lips in a lingering kiss. "You are an amazing woman, Joy. You know that? You really can do anything and everything…"
Joy pushed herself against his lips, standing on her toes for better access.
"What can I say?" she shrugged, although felt really shy. "You are my motivation. For everything. I want to make you happy, so I'm going to try my best."
“Joy… You don’t have to try so hard. I’m happy that you’re even here. The simplest things make me happy from you,” Bryce assured her gently, running his hand through her hair. “Now… I believe there are some desserts calling my name?”
Joy closed her eyes in comfort when he ran his fingers through her hair. He always knew what to do, huh?
“You have to eat something else first, though,” Joy interrupted. “Before dessert. It’s only healthy.”
Bryce groaned playfully and buried his face in her hair. “But baaaabe… I have to taste your amazing desserts…”
Joy wrapped her arms around him tighter and laughed.
“And you will, just not without eating something else beforehand!”
“You’re no fair,” Bryce murmured, moving to nuzzle her neck gently. He pressed a light kiss to her skin before pulling away with a sigh. “All right. What do we have for real food, then?”
Joy shuddered from his touches.
“I—I made pasta,” she stammered. “So we can eat that.”
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