When yet another curveball puts Andy and Lex's relationship into serious jeopardy, the stakes become higher than they've ever been, forcing the couple to fight not only for their love but also for their lives.
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It was amusing to see that all the colorful touches in Lex's apartment were from me. I was literally bringing colors to his life.
I loved the design of his place, always had, but now that my own things were scattered here and there, it felt more homely. And not just because those were my belongings.
In the cupboard, there were now a few funny mugs, either with quotes on them, strange shapes, vivid colors, or all of them combined. There also was my set of dishes, which was a joyful and extravagant gift that came from Mexico.
In the living area, not only were there the four drawings of us I'd managed to get for his birthday, but also a red plush blanket on the couch, and a few of my bobblehead collectibles on the shelves. The superhero ones had a special shelf in his red room of nerdiness.
This year, I wasn't lucky enough for my birthday to fall on the weekend. But Lex had convinced me to ditch work altogether, since there was so much to do. I'd eventually caved in, on the count that it was moving day, and not solely to be free on my birthday.
We'd gotten to my old place a little later than expected, getting caught up in his bed for a few hours. But the speedy move of the boxes from that apartment to his had made up for it. After we'd taken care of a few boxes together, Lex had left me alone to cook a surprise for me, while I worked on unpacking more things. We'd made enough room in his walking closet for all my stuff, so I'd taken care of my clothes.
I wasn't allowed to peek at whatever he was doing in the kitchen, but he came to visit me now and then, either helping me with the unpacking, or looking at me as he leaned on the doorframe, something utterly happy in his eyes. The scent of his cooking that reached the bedroom was of no help, and I couldn't guess what he was preparing. Overall, it was appetizing. Apart from that brief moment where something had burned. But regardless of what it would look or taste like, I was immensely touched by his attention.
When he finally called me, I was properly starved. As I entered the living space, I noticed with amusement and delectation that he'd set up a nice table for us, with my pretty plates, a bouquet of purple flowers that hadn't been there before, the fancy wine glasses, and even a few candles. I found him taking something out of the oven, the smell of it mouth watering.
Ugh, he looked like a proper husband with his apron and mittens. There was what looked like tomato sauce on his cheekbone, and the simple sight of it made my heart flutter. Goddammit... He had no rights looking so hot and adorable at the same time.
When he approached with the fuming dish, I wiped away the sauce from his skin. As I engulfed the tip of my thumb in my mouth, I looked down at what he was holding. Instantly, I recognized what it was. "Did you make lasagna?!" I asked with enthusiasm.
"I tried to, at least."
He didn't seem very happy with himself, which only made sense given his perfectionist ways. Once he'd settled it on the table, I looked at it with appetite. It really did look amazing.
