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Maia said this was cute so if u don’t like it ur wrong. Flynn Becker is my ho for this fic btw. Flystep uh kissy kissy blah blah blah, u know when u forget what ur writing? Happens to me 3 words in every time.

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“Why do you always make pancakes?” You smile, sleep still clinging to you like a blanket. You can never seem to wake up when you’re with Daniel.

He pecks your forehead, and sets the food on the table. “Why do you always eat all of them?”

“I don’t eat all of them!”

He looks down at your plate already piled high. In your defense you don’t eat often, you’re just making it count. Daniel just smiles and you can’t muster the annoyance at how happy he feels about you eating breakfast.

You let him fill the silence, content just to listen and to look at him. The messy bun his hair is in is ridiculously endearing, and you know you have it bad because any other time you see a man bun you hate it.

Daniel goes to leave you catch his hand and pull him down for a kiss, a quick goodbye peck that you pull closer for something deeper. Something warm and a little more open mouthed than intended, and now the kiss has turned into two, into three, and now you don’t want to stop at all. Sliding your fingers into Daniel’s hair, you stand him to make it easier. If only by a little.

You lean back on your heels and blink open your eyes to that soft smile Daniel won’t stop giving you. Everyday now since the first dinner Daniel’s been sending you these soft looks and little smiles.

His thoughts are worse. A cloud of butterflies that fly around your head and blanket itself over your thoughts. It feels like a kiss. Like the one Daniel wakes you up with after accidental sleepovers, too tired from the nights activities to remember to leave. It feels like your hands intertwining as he tugs you across the room to dance. Full of promise and want and so many things you don’t want to hear because if you acknowledge it then it’s real, and if it’s real- you don’t know what to do with real.

You want to let Daniel pull you in for more, to wrap your arms around him in answer and grind your hips together because the way Daniel’s mind sparks and blanks every time you do is addictive.

“I need to go to work,” Daniel laughs against your lips.

“Call in sick.” Besides, he started it. You run your hands under his shirt, feeling your way up his back.

He has stupidly good muscles. Muscles you can’t stop thinking about, that you can’t stop looking at. Sometimes you wonder what he’ll look like when he’s older, when times gotten to him and he’s softer around the edges, and it hits you, you want to be there to see it.

This man’s wormed his way into your heart and you don’t even want to rip him out. You want him to stay.

None of it fits into your plans.

“Are you okay, Flynn?” Daniel takes your face in his hands. A worried wrinkle working its way into his brow. You should have never told him about the touching, now he’ll think it’s his fault.

It is his fault. For loving you, for being here, for never leaving no matter what you reveal. But it’s really your fault isn’t it, for being an idiot. Your fault because you’re selfish and now that you have him you won’t let him go. You’ll hurt him and hurt him and pretend loving him is enough to make up for it.

You can only kiss apologies to the scars you left so many times.

Daniel pulls you in and you bury your face in his neck as he wraps his arms around you. “Okay.” He reaches for his phone.

“What?”

“I’m calling in.”

“I was just joking.” You try to pull away but he holds you so tightly. The call is over with a few words, so he definitely didn’t call Ortega, and he leads you to the living room.

“I’m going to spend the day with you in our pajamas and we’re going to watch Star Wars,” Daniel says.

You roll your eyes but you settle onto the couch anyway. He’s determined to make you watch every movie in existence. Once the movie is in you pull him into your lap and kiss his shoulder.

“You don’t have to stay with me every time I feel a little bit bad.”

“It’s okay,” he kisses your cheek, “I needed a day off anyway.”

Liar. He loves his job. It’s a little annoying how badly he wants you to be okay, but there are worse things. He settles back against you and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I guess it’s okay.”

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