( honestly? she'd kind of thought maybe he'd forgotten. she'd gone out of her way to buy a new dress, something classy and black and even longer than she'd usually wear, too, just for the occasion. she'd suffered through the ridiculousness that was the interior of good vibrations, too, just to purchase the slim black box that was tucked in her own top drawer, just to offer a surprise. but still, even as the day had loomed, they hadn't talked about valentine's day. or winemaker's day, here.
so, in all fairness, kimberly just assumed maybe he had forgotten. or that, maybe, robbie reyes wasn't much of a fan of valentine's day.
she could live with that. things were pretty good between them. did they really need to have a grand celebration or a fancy dinner just to reiterate the fact that they happened to like each other a lot? or maybe happened to feel even more than that, if she's being particularly honest with herself.
but whether she's feeling honest or not, her internal monologue is interrupted by rustling in the doorway, the clinking of dishes on top of a tray, the soft press of his lips to her skin as her lashes flutter, eyes slowly opening to take in the morning light. )
Hey, baby... ( a lazy smile quickly gives way to a yawn, and kimberly presses a hand to her mouth, the other stretching up above her head for a moment before settling down on top of the bed. ) S'early, isn't it? What are you doing up?
( she hasn't quite caught sight of the breakfast bounty waiting for her on top of the dresser. )
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so, in all fairness, kimberly just assumed maybe he had forgotten. or that, maybe, robbie reyes wasn't much of a fan of valentine's day.
she could live with that. things were pretty good between them. did they really need to have a grand celebration or a fancy dinner just to reiterate the fact that they happened to like each other a lot? or maybe happened to feel even more than that, if she's being particularly honest with herself.
but whether she's feeling honest or not, her internal monologue is interrupted by rustling in the doorway, the clinking of dishes on top of a tray, the soft press of his lips to her skin as her lashes flutter, eyes slowly opening to take in the morning light. )
Hey, baby... ( a lazy smile quickly gives way to a yawn, and kimberly presses a hand to her mouth, the other stretching up above her head for a moment before settling down on top of the bed. ) S'early, isn't it? What are you doing up?
( she hasn't quite caught sight of the breakfast bounty waiting for her on top of the dresser. )
Gonna come back to bed?