Page 67 of Diluted Truths
He shook his head in response and handed me my food. We sat side by side and ate our breakfasts and just talked about the smallest things. That moment was truly so special.
Many people look at falling for someone in the big moments such as the first kiss, or the confession of feelings. But it is the small moments that were the most impactful, such as talking about our favorite authors and music genres.
“What?” I asked lightheartedly.
“Nothing, I promise! I really just didn’t expect your favorite band to be Queen,” he responded, raising his hand in surrender.
“They’re incredible! How could they not be my favorite?”
“I’m not saying they aren’t incredible. It was just unexpected, Sunshine.”
I sighed in defeat. “You need to talk to Oliver, he is obsessed with all things music. He’ll explain how Queen is the best… ever.” I looked at him for a moment and really took in his messy bed hair and glasses-rimmed eyes. They seemed almost bluer today, reminding me of the ocean in San Francisco. “Why do you call me Sunshine?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” he responded as he leaned his elbow on the counter, resting his head on his hand, a soft smile on his face.
“I wouldn’t be asking if it was,” I responded sarcastically.
“You light up my life. You’re my Sunshine,” Will responded very matter-of-factly.
I smiled as I felt his words warm my heart. He really was a big softy. I stood and straddled his lap where he sat in the chair. I grabbed his face and kissed him with everything I had. I would never get tired of kissing him. My lips were still swollen from last night, but I could kiss him all day and die a happy woman.
After a few minutes I pulled away. “I don’t want to, but I need to head home soon.”
He pouted. This six foot man covered in tattoos literally pouted.
“Why?” he asked, wrapping me tighter in my arms.
“I need to feed my cat,” I responded.
“You have a cat?” he asked, confused.
I laughed. I guess it never came up in conversation.
“Yeah, a black cat. Named Jedi.”
I was very proud of the name.
He was silent for a moment, almost as if he was choosing his next words carefully. Which was smart. I was willing to admit I was unhealthily obsessed with my cat. He was about five pounds too heavy, the least graceful cat in the world and way too spoiled.
“I need to meet this Jedi.”
I smiled. “Come with me, then.”
Will smiled in return and opened his mouth to respond when we were interrupted with a knock on the door. Will picked me up and placed me down as he stood to answer the door. Luckily I had put some of his sweatpants on while he was cooking breakfast, and I followed behind him.
He checked who had knocked through the front window and sighed before answering the door.
“What are you two doing here?” he asked Sarah and Oliver who were smiling like idiots on the porch.
“Not a great way to say hello to your best friend,” Sarah responded as she made her way into the house.
Oliver followed closely behind and his eyes met mine. They were filled with amusement. I rolled my eyes in return.
“I was looking for Jackie when Sarah said she was probably here,” he started as he walked next to me and draped his arm over my shoulder. “I was confused because why would Jackie be here at ten in the morning?” he asked sarcastically.
I elbowed him in the stomach. It didn’t do much. Oliver was over six feet and solid muscle. I probably hurt myself more than him. He just laughed in response. “Yet here is my best friend in all her glory. In your house, Will, in what I am assuming are your clothes.”
“I hate you,” I whispered to my best friend.
