Page 59 of The List of Things

“This is so sweet…” I walk ahead of him to look at all of the flowers. “And your friends did all of this?” I turn around, standing in the center of multiple bouquets, surrounded by them.

It makes my heart scream. Part of me thinks of my childhood when I’d watch Gilmore Girls with my mom. That one scene with all the daisies. It’s not the same but… It’s so close. My mom would be in love with Bellamy if she had any idea he did any of this for me.

“They did… They did good too, even though they messed up the surprise,” He motions around the room, then looks directly at me.

I watch as Bellamy takes out his phone, and I pose for a picture the second he holds his phone up. He walks forward, and I watch him as he does, not knowing how to feel or what to do in this situation. There’s no “how to” book in this type of scenario because this shit doesn’t happen, at least not until Bellamy Archer walked through my door. He has to know how I feel right now, there’s no way it’s not written all over my face.

“How did they mess it up?” I ask him, seeing just how perfect the scene around me is.

“I figured they would just use Griff’s truck for all the flowers... Turns out it’s in the shop. So they took longer than expected. So they had to use Lawson’s car. Well, he drives a stupid Mazda, and it’s tiny. They truly almost ruined everything. They were supposed to be done an hour ago.”

I shake my head, an even bigger smile on my lips at his explanation. I look around, continuing to look at the pretty flowers, my heart beating out of my chest.

“My sister used to love the show Gilmore Girls, and when I read your list I thought of that one scene-”

“A thousand yellow daisies,” I interrupt, looking at his pretty blue eyes, and he smiles instantly.

“Exactly… Well, not exact, it’s not a thousand but-”

“It’s perfect. I don’t know what to say,” I look up at him as he stands in front of me.

“How about you don’t say anything because you don’t have to?” His hand slowly rests on my cheek, softly cupping my face.

“What do you want to do the rest of the day?” I hesitate.

“If you don’t want to do anything. I can go hang out with the guys, and give you some time to yourself, just whatever you want,” He suggests.

“No,” I speak a bit too eagerly. Bellamy raises his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips. “I mean, if you don't want to stay you don’t have to... But you can. We can watch movies… Order food... Or something else...”

I make it apparent I’d be fine doing absolutely anything right now with him. I probably sound like a babbling idiot but I really like spending time with him.

“I’ll stay if you want me to...” There’s an awkward silence that drifts between the two of us, so I turn away from him and walk toward my bedroom.

“Is that a yes?” I leave the door open behind me.

“Obviously!” I yell. He makes his way into my bedroom, and I kick my shoes off and jump onto my bed, the door still wide open. Bellamy stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes on me as I find my way under my comforter, and out of his line of sight.

“Are you waiting for a formal invitation?”

“I’d like one, yeah,” His smart remark only makes me roll my eyes.

He starts to kick his shoes off too.

“Bellamy, would you please for the love of all things good… Get your ass in my bed?” I ask him and watch as he crawls into my bed for the first time, making his way to me.

He crawls under the covers, not hesitating to pull me directly into him. I grab the small remote from my bedside table, and he snatches it from my hands, turning the TV on, and instantly going to Netflix.

I watch as he scrolls through the romantic comedy section, inevitably clicking on one of my favorites. I’ve never told him it’s one of my favorites. 27 Dresses starts on the TV, and the quiet day has turned perfect in seconds. My cheeks flame at the thought of the vases of flowers in my living room right now. I smile to myself, my body closing in on Bellamy’s. I rest my head closer to his chest, my ear pressed down enough to hear the steady thrum of his heart.

“Do you like this movie?” He asks since can’t see my brimming smile.

“I absolutely love it. The karaoke part of the list is from this movie. I love the scene where they’re singing together in the bar,” I move my leg over his body as I talk.

My body meshes with his within the first five minutes of the movie starting, and quickly I realize that watching movies with him might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, well next to the last movie we watched together. I can’t focus on anything.

I don’t procrastinate. I’m a good student and an even better teacher. I don’t like letting my mind slip up when I’m supposed to be focusing on something, but the feeling of his hard muscles underneath my body, the warmth of his skin grazing mine, and the sound of his heart inside of his chest practically begging to be set free. I can hardly recognize what’s on the TV in front of me. My heart is beating so loud I feel like it’s drowning out every sound in the room.

Bellamy moves his hand under the covers, and I feel it on my leg, right over my knee, slowly moving up my thigh. His hand moves up my leg slowly, grazing my ass, and moving back down to my upper thigh, resting there. His fingers trace slow circles, and I feel my heart pick up, and I can hear his beating faster just at the touch of my skin to his.

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