I Got You ~ C.B

THIRTY-SEVEN

That morning, we woke again to the dogs running out at eight and jumping on us. It wasn't much sleep, but it was enough. A good sleep. Outside the whole night, buried under blankets, Kian's form fitted to mine. Kian tsks the dogs
"Cappy- down. Ham, no. Wishbone!"
I giggle ducking under the blankets as the onslaught of puppy love. Kian joins me, playfully screaming. He eventually pokes his head out to see if the coast is clear, to which he deems
"All clear."
And throws the blankets back off us. We come back out, Kian's body over mine. He looks over my face, a small smile forming on his lips
"Good morning."
I look over his face, between the small gap of space between us
"Yeah, it is."
He smirks, and I lean up, kissing his cheek before pushing him off and standing
"You feel like sleeping more or breakfast?"
He debates, holding my hand as he remains reclined against the couch
"Hmm... breakfast."
I giggle, pulling him with me
"Pancakes or bacon and eggs on avo toast?"
"Pancakes."
I smirk
"Okay, you help me make it then."

In the kitchen, he's helpful while we make the batter, but loses the attention span when it comes to actually cooking them. Instead making a mess of the batter, wiping it on my face, being a nuisance.
"Okay- Okay! I'll do one properly. I promise!"
He begs as I hold the ladle I've been using to spoon the batter into the frypan with as far away from him as possible. I size him up, and give in, handing him the ladle cautiously. He scoops some up, then turns me to me to ask
"Is this too much?"
Before I can tell him yes, it is most definitely too much, half of it falls out of the ladle and onto the floor. I look down at it, and back up to him. He giggles, and says in a childlike voice
"I'll get it."
He grabs some paper towel, but is distracted when he comes back over and instead slips in it, sending him to the ground. My innate response is to try and catch him, but it only sends me down with him. I try to catch myself on the counter, but end up grabbing the edge of the bowl the batter is in and spilling it. I land on top of him, apologising automatically
"Sorry dude- wait..."
No I'm not. He's the dumbass making a mess in the first place. Although, I did just add to it by spilling the whole thing. We chuckle, and I roll off him, my back against the floor as I laugh myself into stitches. Slowing down and regaining our breath, Kian moves over me, looking over my face. From my eyes to my lips, his hand- albeit covered in pancake batter- against my cheek. I giggle, tilting my head and brushing my lips against his smirk. A second later we're kissing, amidst a lot of laughter. It's messy, Pancake batter all over us, burning pancake in the frypan, but it's quite the rom com scene. A minute later, we're interrupted, Bobby walking into the kitchen
"Woah- sorry. I'll just take this off the heat."
Bobby turns off the stove, and walks out of the kitchen promptly. Kian laughs, suggesting
"Should we just go out for breakfast?"
"Sounds good."
Helping me up, he tells me
"Get ready, I'll clean this up."
I kiss him once more, hand on his chest as I pass to wash off the pancake batter. My clothes are completely covered in batter too, so I go through his clothes until I find a baggy t-shirt I can pass off as a dress to wear out for breakfast.

For the next couple weeks I'm swept up in Kian. Every moment is spent with him. He comes to set with me most days, we film together, every meal is eaten together as is every night. There was no official conversation again, we were just together. And the world knows it too. We went public fast. And I'm just as productive as I was, only without killing myself at the gym everyday. And I'm actually eating and sleeping a healthy amount. Not only so, but the world has taken an alright response to us. People actually like us together. Our ship name is Kilaska. Weird in my opinion. I don't think my name does well in ship names. I'll admit, things started between us as a distraction. I wasn't over Colby. But I think this is just what I needed to get past it. It's a whirlwind, for sure, but it's a hell of a time. And- he is incredibly good in bed. I had never had someone who even compared to Colby, but Kian's close. We alternate whose place we stay at. A few nights my place, a few nights his. But I actually like staying at his. All the friends in one house. There's always something going on, never boring. Tonight, we're at his. Falling asleep watching Tangled again. We've been going through a list of all our favourite Disney movies. Kian's chosen number one again tonight- Tangled. Lucky I like it too. I'll just make him watch Pocahontas again tomorrow night. He's asleep on me, head on my shoulder, already. He has had a big day with me, on set as I film. The movie is almost done filming, which is crazy. My phone starts buzzing beside me, I always have it on vibrate, and I'm glad. It doesn't bother Kian. I answer it, whispering
"Hello?"
"Rey..."
My heart drops to my stomach
"Colby?"
Why isn't he calling from his number?
"Hey."
"Hey... you all good?"
He clears his throat, stating
"I need your help."
I'm already getting up, and that annoys me. Doesn't talk to me for over a month and suddenly he calls saying he needs me and I rush to his call. I'm weak. I even gently shift so Kian stays asleep. This is messed up. I ask him, pulling on my track pants, holding my phone with my shoulder
"What's happened?"
"I've been arrested again."
I nod, my Gucci slides on
"I'm coming now."