Belinda loved lazy days, the ones where you could sleep in as late as you liked and wake up at your own leisurely pace. Of course, every day was like that when you didn’t have an actual “job”. Though, more often than not, she would wake up at an hour that was closer to noon than anything else, that didn’t mean that there weren’t days when Belinda woke up at the crack of dawn. She had greeted the sun several times before when working for one of her charities or protests. But for the moment, all she knew right now was the delicious comfort of waking up without the help of an alarm. Her heavy eyes cracked open and it was then that she felt someone in the bed near her. The person rolled over, their arm snaking around her waist. She made a soft sound of approval as it pulled her closer to the body behind her. Belinda nuzzled deeper into her pillow as kisses were peppered across the back of her neck. Truth be told, she wasn’t entirely sure who it was behind her, showering her with affection, but she knew that she liked it.
“Shroomish.” Belinda said the nickname with a grin on her lips, the tone of her voice affirming that that was who she knew it to be all along. All at once it clicked in her brain. Of course it was T.J. cuddled up against her. Why else would she be sharing a bed with anyone other than her boyfriend. Boyfriend? She rolled that word over in her mind. The phrase itself didn’t feel quite right, but the feelings attached to it certainly applied to what she felt for the man next to her. Belinda wasn’t sure what she expected him to say next, but it certainly wasn’t that. A giggle cascaded over her lips as she rolled over in the bed to face him. She reached out and tugged an unruly, dirty strand of hair behind his ear. Her fingers pulled down to the end, where she rolled the strand between her fingertips. There was grit that came off and grated against her fingers, but Belinda didn’t recoil in disgust. Something inside of her responded to it and appreciated the fact that T.J. was coated in it. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his nose.
“You’re not serious, are you?” Her tone wasn’t sarcastic or mocking. If anything, there was joy to her words, if not outright hopefulness. She wasn’t sure if T.J. was actually actually proposing to her, or if he was just feeling a particular overflow of emotions.