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Don't own a thing.
The surprises were never ending for her today.
He cooks. And he's good at it too.
It took her five minutes, tops, to finish the delicious meal that he had made with his own hands;
"When did that happened?", she asked finally after finishing and sitting across that counter, watching him cleaning the dishes, another one for the day.
He turned around from the sink, "What do you mean?".
She walked around the counter and took a cloth and the dish in his hand to dry off;
"The cooking. When did that happen? Because the man I knew wouldn't even make a cup of coffee, ever."
He stood still as she took another dish from his hand wishing he could take all that back, but he can't, "Well, that man went bankrupt and travelled to Nepal to learn the Mystic arts and had to learn to do everything himself because apparently Kamar Taj doesn't have a concierge service."
She couldn't help but laugh at that and he couldn't help but stare and stare and keep staring, till her eyes met his and the silence between them was shouting everything they were feeling.
She finally broke off their gaze, mostly because she didn't want to get carried away, not yet.
"So, this is all you would have done differently."
"Yeah, pretty much, except what happened before without the date."
It took her half a second to understand exactly what he meant.
"Really? You don't regret..",
"Regret??", he immediately cut her off, before that thought could take further space between them;
"I admit, the timing was off and I could have handled it better, but Christine..", he took one step closer to her,
"I have never and I will never regret being with you, in fact, if there is anything to regret, it's the moments we missed because I was not brave enough."
She was still in amazement of the man she sees before her, it takes her breath away sometimes;
She took the last step towards him so they were only a few inches away;
"What you do everyday, what you go through to protect this world, I think it makes you quite brave."
"Never brave enough in front of you, with you, I can barely function."
Her laugh echoed the room, "To do what?", she asked lightly,
He could have waited, for the right time, the right place, certainly a better occasion, but she was right there, a few inches away from him and the thought of what he saw, no time like the present.
Before he could ask his brain to stop and think he had leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers;
He lightly held her face in his trembling hands and after a few seconds he pulled back to look at her, mentally preparing himself for the rejection.
But when he did, he saw not anger, but she was glowing and smiling and happy.
"What took you so long?", she said as her hands made way to his face and stroked the side of his eyes;
He laughed out at that, all the tension draining away from his body; "You of all people should know, I am a little slow."
She couldn't stop herself from laughing and he couldn't stop himself from pulling her closer.
They stood there for a long time, just relishing the feeling of pure happiness that they were feeling.
"What time is it?", she suddenly asked breaking the beautiful silence;
"Almost 7:30."
"I need to go", she sighed;
"I know.", he replied, but not loosening his grip;
She let him hold her for a few more moments, mostly because she did.'t want to leave either,
"Can I take you lunch?', he asked rather excitingly;
"Sure.", she replied with a smile which broadened his as well.