XXII. 

“Here, tuna for you, and chicken for me.” Onew smiled, handing her a sandwich.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. You’re never going to cook anyway, so I’m learning how.” He smiled, biting into the sandwich.

She glanced at him, halfway into a bite, “You talk as if I’m going to marry you.”

“I am going to marry you.” He slung a hand over her shoulder and drew her close, leaning against the wall.

Jessica raised an eyebrow as he chuckled.

“Now you’re talking as if you can see the future.”

“I can’t see the future, but I know we’re going to get married in the future, because I love you so much. And I’d never ever want someone else other than you in my life.”

She blushed, giggling.

“It’s true.” He said again, using his thumb to wipe the side of her lips where there was a little bit of mayonnaise.

“I’d give you that.” She replied, smiling and kissing his cheek. 

I want a boy who will sit with me on the kitchen floor and eat sandwiches.