Pov y/n

When I wake up, I feel an arm softly wrapped around me.

For a second I am confused until I remember that Scarlett and I slept in the same bed last night.

I smile at the memory and turn my head to look at her. My back is facing her but she is still cuddled up to me, her arm loosely laying over my side, her hand on my stomach.

I turn around carefully, not wanting to wake her up and succeed.

Now I'm laying on my back, her arm still wrapped around me. Last night we fell asleep when I was cuddling into her, my head on her shoulder, so we must have moved during the night.

My heart jumps at the realization that she snuggled into me in her sleep. I suppose that means that she feels comfortable around me and safe.

It makes me deeply happy and I just want to stay in this moment forever. Waking up next to her feels amazing and if I could choose, I would want to do it every day from now on. But that's not only up to me, that's also up to Scarlett.

I internally sigh, wishing we would be more than just friends.

My eyes move from the ceiling to the body next to me and I look at her soft expression. She looks so peaceful and innocent when she sleeps. A strain of blonde hair covers her face a little and I have to resist the urge to tug it behind her ear.

I know that it's creepy to watch people sleep but I can't help it, she looks so beautiful.

But I eventually take my eyes off her, looking at the ceiling, a fuzzy smile on my face.

When her body moves closer to mine and she hugs me a little tighter, I look at her again and see her eyes fluttering open. She blinks a few times before looking at me and giving me a cute smile.

"Good morning." She says, her voice raspy from sleep but God, it sounds sexy.

Not the time, y/n!

"Good morning." I reply, keeping my voice also low, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment.

Scarlett moves her eyes from my face and only now seems to notice that she is still hugging me. A slight blush forms on her cheeks and she takes her arm off me but doesn't scootch away, so I can still feel her body warmth next to me.

"Sorry about that." She mumbles and stretches her arms, avoiding eye contact.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, I liked it." I say, adding the last part quieter but she caught it and glances over at me.

"Me too." She whispers and lets her head fall back into the pillow.

A comfortable silence surrounds us in which we are both in thought. Scarlett moves her head to look out the window, through which the sun shines.

"The storm seems to have passed." She observes, not addressing anyone specific. I hum in agreement and stretch a little myself. Scarlett watches me with a small smile that already gives me butterflies.

"Would it be able that I take a shower here?" I ask, a little embarrassed about the question but I feel a little sweaty and don't want to make a bad impression on her. Scarlett nods instantly.

"Of course, you can shower in the guest bathroom. There are towels and in one of the top drawers are also shampoo and conditioner." She explains and tilts her head a little to look at me better.

"That's great, thank you." I answer, glad she doesn't seem to find it weird.

"Do you also need fresh clothes, or at least a new shirt?" She asks and raises her hand to softly place it on my shoulder before resting her chin on top of her hand. The little touch adds to the butterflies in my stomach and I have to hold back to not move to kiss her right now.

"Yeah, a new shirt would be great. But you don't have to do that, I could also wear mine." I offer but she gently shakes her head.

"You can have one of mine, it's no problem at all. I'll give you one, once we got up...but right now it's just too comfortable to get up." She says, a cheeky grin on her face as she snuggles back into me again. I slowly wrap my arm around her, my hand resting on her shoulder.

"This is nice." I whisper, leaning my head a little against hers.

"Very nice." She agrees, also whispering and we stay in this position for a few more minutes.

A hungry noise from my stomach makes us both chuckle and she detaches herself from me and I instantly miss her body close to mine.

"I guess that was my sign to get up." I say with a small laugh and Scar nods with a grin.

"I guess so."

She gets up while I make my way downstairs to get my pants that I left there last night.

When I'm back upstairs again, Scar leans against the doorframe of her bedroom, a t-shirt in her hands. She gives it to me before I go into the bathroom and lock the door. Not because I think she will come in, it's just a habit.

I search for the shampoo and conditioner and put them in the shower before getting the towels ready. When everything is set up, I undress and get into the shower. The warm water feels very nice on my skin and I sigh at the feeling.

I lean my head back and let the water run down my face and my frontside.

My brain relives the morning we had so far and I smile at the peaceful moment we shared. It was really nice and I hope one day I will have those kinds of mornings with someone by my side every day. I will not lie, I can imagine that person to be Scarlett but there are so many uncertain things that I don't really dare to hope for it.

To distract myself from that thought, I grab the shampoo and start rubbing it into my hair.

Showering doesn't take too long because I want to spend the morning with Scar and not under the shower.

So, I get out and dry myself off. With a towel wrapped around my body, I go to the sink where I put my clothes and take a closer look at the t-shirt Scarlett gave me. It's a simple mint-green one.

I get dressed quickly and dry my hair with the towel as much as possible, so that it doesn't drip anymore. There is the possibility of a hairdryer but I prefer to let my hair air dry.

So, I just pad it as dry as possible before cleaning up the bathroom as good as possible and step out.

The smell of waffles fills my nose and I smile, getting a little excited over breakfast.

Lured by the smell, I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen where I see Scarlett making waffles while humming to herself. She looks caught up in her own world and doesn't seem to notice me at first. I decide to lean again the wall while I watch her almost dance through the kitchen to a song in her head, it looks adorable.

She also changed into other clothes while I showered and is now wearing jeans that only reach until the middle of her lower leg. Her upper body is covered by a loose white blouse and her hair is put up in a messy bun. She looks as stunning as ever.

When she notices me, her eyes scan over my body and a tiny smirk forms on her lips before she locks eyes with me.

"How was the shower?" She asks and I push myself away from the wall to walk further into the kitchen.

"It was very nice, thank you." I reply and her smirk turns into a soft smile.

"There is also a hairdryer upstairs if you need one." She tells me and her eyes dart to my damp hair but I wave it off.

"I prefer to let it airdry." I explain and she hums in responds, her eyes lingering on my hair for a few more seconds before she turns her attention back to the waffles.

"Can I help you?" I ask and lean my hip against the counter.

"If you want to, you can chop up some strawberries." She suggests and nods towards the fridge. I nod and get everything I need before joining her in the preparations.

Her eyes sometimes dart over to watch me chop the strawberries but I don't say anything, just enjoying the calm morning.

When I'm done, I carry the bowl of strawberries to the table and set it down.

"Could you also get the whipped cream, please?" Scar asks and I salute playfully which makes her chuckle.

I grab the whipped cream and some plates to set the table. Since Rose isn't with us, I set the two plates across from each other.

Just as I'm done, Scar joins me, carrying a plate with waffles. They smell and look amazing and my mouth starts to water just at the sight.

She places the plate down and we both sit down and each grab a waffle. I take the whipped cream first and she the strawberries before we switch and I put some strawberries next to my waffle.

We smile at each other before we dig in and I sink further into my chair at the taste of the waffles.

"Okay, those are amazing, Scar! How does everything you cook taste so delicious?" I ask, only half jokingly. She smiles at the compliment.

"I don't know, I guess it's just the love with which I prepare the food." She jokes and I laugh at her and roll my eyes playfully.

"No, I don't know but thank you very much." She says and I give her a nod in responds, my mouth full with waffle and whipped cream. We eat up and I smile happily when I swallow the last bite of my food.

"Can I please always come here for breakfast?" I ask jokingly. Scar's eyes twinkle for a second.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind." She answers and I can't quite tell if she is serious of joking. But I decide to not ask further because I know it's not possible since the way would be too long and I have to get up early for my work at the coffeeshop.

I help carry everything back into the kitchen and this time we can put everything into the dishwasher.

When I notice she stopped putting things away, I look at her and see that she is looking out the window. I follow her eyes and see a few branches laying on the ground. She shakes her head and continues to clean up before she steps to the glass front. I follow her and when she opens the door, she looks at me questioningly.

"Do you want to come with me outside?" She asks and tilts her head in question a little.

"Yeah, sure." I answer and quickly go to grab my shoes while Scar slips into some rubber boots next to the door.

There's also a tinier pair in pink, probably belonging to Rose. I slip my shoes on and step into her garden for the very first time. So far I only ever saw it through the windows and never really paid a lot of attention to it. But now that I do, I have to say that it's really beautiful.

It is surrounded by a high hedge and larger than it looked at first. To my right, there are a few flower bushes and two deckchairs that are covered up to protect them from the rain. Further down, opposite of us, there are a few trees and on two thick branches, there are slings attached to. On my left side, there is a terrasse, stones leading up to it. There's a canopy above most of the wooden ground, a table and chairs underneath. Also covered up, I see a pool that's quite large and I wonder how deep it is, if it's this big.

Scar seems to notice my eyes on the pool.

"We haven't really used it a lot yet, since Rose can't swim and didn't ask me to teach her yet. I offered a few times but she always denied, to busy with her toys." Scarlett explains with a shrug.

"Is it deep?" I ask and earn a slightly confused look from her.

"Sorry, that was random. I was just wondering." I say and rub the back of my neck.

"It's okay, I was just a bit confused for a second. But to answer your question: it's deeper the further you get in. The first few meters it's around 1,50m deep and the deepest spot is 2m deep." She answers my question and I hum and nod.

"If you want to, you can come over when it's warm enough to swim in it." She offers with an almost shy smile and my own smile grows.

"Really? That would be amazing!" I say and turn to look at her. Her face lights up at my excitement.

"Yes, of course. Just text me when you want to come over, so we can make sure you're not standing in front of an empty house." Scar says and I nod, a smile forming on my lips at the thought.

After we glance into each other's eyes for a few more moments, we turn to look at the garden again.

"The storm yesterday broke some branches from the trees." Scar observes and walks over to one that's laying on the ground. She looks at it before her eyes wander over the rest of the fallen branches.

"They seem a little too heavy to lift them now, I'll call the gardener to take care of it." She thinks out loud and I nod, even though I have nothing to do with this situation.

"Alright." She says and turns back around to me, pointing back to the house and we walk back.

Since I will need my shoes at the front doo the next time, I get out of them and carry them back while Scar gets out of her rubber boots and closes the door again. When I come back, she looks at me, her eyes scanning over my body once more before they settle on my y/e/c (your eye color) ones.

Her hand lifts up slowly and I watch as it comes closer to my face and she softly tugs some hair behind my ear that must have fallen into my face while I put my shoes away.

"You know, you look good in my clothes." She whispers, her eyes still locked with mine.

"Thank you. You look amazing in your clothes as well." I reply and her hand that was tugging the strain away now rests on my shoulder.

"This was a really nice morning, I enjoyed it a lot." I say, watching her lips curl into a smile at my words.

"Me too. I liked waking up next to you, it felt...right." She almost mumbles and I see a bit of uncertainty in her eyes.

I'm not sure if it's because she isn't sure about my reaction of if she hasn't made up her mind about what she feels towards me yet, if she feels more than just friendship.

"Yeah, that's exactly how it felt for me too." I agree and her eyes start to sparkle a little.

I get lost in her green ocean that seems to be deeper than usual. Not in a scary way but in a sensual way. This time it feels like she allows me to see more into her, more into her emotions and her heart. Apart from the uncertainty, that's slowly faltering, there is also something else, something positive. If I'm not mistaken, it's adoration but I'm not sure for what.

"Do you know that you have like a tiny freckle in your left eye?" She asks and I'm brought back out of her eyes.

"I noticed it a few times before, yes." I answer and feel the atmosphere between us changing. It's getting a bit more intense, but in a good way.

"I like it." Scar says and lifts her other hand to gently trace a finger around my eye. Her touch is soft and lovingly and I feel my heartbeat speeding up, my eyes darting to her lips when she speaks again.

"It makes you special."

I smile at her compliment.

"You know what makes you special?" I whisper, my hands somehow finding her waist and laying there. She doesn't show any sign of being uncomfortable, so I keep them there.

"You make me feel so safe and cared for, it's amazing." I tell her and her expression softens at my words.

"I can only give that back. Whenever I'm with you I feel...like I can be myself without needing to pretend. I can let go and know you don't judge me for it. You give me a feeling of being a normal person and not a celebrity everyone expects to be perfect and at the same time you make me feel special, in a good way. You never fail in making me smile and I just...I love that."

The words float between us and my smile grows with each sentence.

"I love to make you smile, it makes me genuinely happy and hearing you laugh is just the greatest thing in the world because it seems so real and just makes me happy. Your way of listening to me and checking in on me makes me feel really cared for and I appreciate that so much. You are always thoughtful and soft and it melts my heart." I admit and see her eyes lighting up at my words.

The distance between us gets less as we both carefully pull each other closer, until there is barely room between us.

Her hands move up to cup my face while my hands stay on her sides, holding her close but not too much so she has the option to take a step back if she feels uncomfortable.

But that doesn't seem to be the case. Her eyes look between mine and my lips and as if something switched on in her brain, she leans in. My body reacts without me having to think about it and I lean in as well.

First I only feel her breath on my lips but it's replaced by the feeling of her lips on mine.

They are soft, even softer than I imagined and they move slowly and gently and hold so many emotions. It feels like her lips fit perfectly on mine, as if they were meant to be together.

The butterflies in my stomach explode out of joy and a warm, fuzzy feeling spreads through my body and it feels like my heart almost soars out of my chest because of how happy and excited I feel right now. This right here feels right, no doubt.

When she slowly pulls away, I'm almost worried she didn't like it but she leans her forehead against mine, both of our eyes still closed.

"Wow." I exhale, trying to catch my breath.

"Indeed. I wanted to do this for longer than I want to admit." She whispers and I feel goosebumps appear on my skin at her confession. So, her compliments were actually flirting and I didn't just imagine that.

"I hoped you would kiss me, too." I admit as well and feel her smile, when she shortly pecks my lips before leaning back and we both open our eyes and I see nothing than happiness in hers.

A/n: It finally happened! They kissed!

What do you think about the kiss? Should they have waited longer or even kissed earlier?

My laptop randomly turned off while I edited this, which was really annoying.

Yeah, that was super random but, oh well

Thanks for reading and love to you all