There were days where the sun would rise with her eyelids. The smell of their bodies in the linens they'd wrapped around each other. He woke up and he was freezing - legs entirely exposed from the knee down. She'd unknowingly hogged all of the sheets over the course of the night, even though he was the one directly under the window. He loved little things like that about her. He'd tell her she looked beautiful and she'd jokingly say "Yeah, I know." He loved her.
He was sitting at her desk chair, tying his shoes and staring at her through the mirror. She was putting on some eye makeup and saw him staring lovingly. Often she'd then chuckle and say "Whaat?" - a question he'd always answer with a smile, "Nothing."
"Come on! You're being such a little baby!" he'd yell jokingly, neck deep in icy ocean water. She always lagged behind, slowly acclimating herself to the cold Atlantic with a pained smile. "It only makes it worse, you should just jump in!" She'd laugh and continue holding her bent arms tensely above her shoulders. Every time a frosted wave crested up her back, she'd let out a small gasp and look to him. All he could do was smile and so he did a lot of that.
"No. No, no, no come on. Nooo!" She was choking on her own laughter, because she knew he loved her. The cross-eyed feline droned up to his pillow. "She snores! And she takes up all of my space! And she produces like so much heat. She's like a radiator." Not gonna happen. She's hugging him, crying with laughter still. He gives up. Pleasantly resigning. He puts his arm around his girlfriend and her
loyal cat.
"Everything happens for a reason," she says like a saint. He cries.
"Hey! I didn't know you were in this class?" He said, weirdly excited.
She smiled and responded kindly. She took a seat behind him.
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