After spending what felt like forever tangled in each other's warmth, Nevaeh finally forced herself out of bed. She stretched lazily, Mordred watching her every move as she grabbed his hoodie and slipped it on again.
"You should get dressed," she teased. "Unless you plan on having breakfast naked."
Mordred smiled, sitting up against the headboard. "You wouldn't mind that, would you?"
Nevaeh rolled her eyes, throwing a pillow at him. "Behave, superstar."
They finally made their way to the kitchen, Nevaeh feeling strangely at home as she rummaged through Mordred's fridge.
"You barely have any real food," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't cook," Mordred admitted, watching her from his seat at the kitchen island.
"Then it's a good thing I'm here," she hummed, pulling out eggs and bread.
Mordred just sat there, arms crossed, watching her move around as if she owned the place. It was... unsettling. He wasn't used to people staying. Not like this.
"You're too comfortable," he finally said.
Nevaeh turned to him with a smirk. "Should I not be?"
"I don't know," Mordred admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
Nevaeh cracked an egg into the pan, her expression unreadable. "I get it, Mordred. You don't let people in. But last night, you did. So don't act weird about it now."
Mordred sighed. She was right. And that annoyed him.
"You're annoying," he muttered.
"And you love it," she shot back.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Yeah… maybe I do."
As the smell of toast and eggs filled the air, Nevaeh served up two plates and placed one in front of him. She sat across from him, taking a bite while staring at him expectantly.
"What?" Mordred asked.
"Eat," she ordered.
Mordred rolled his eyes but picked up his fork. As he chewed, Nevaeh watched him closely.
"See? Not bad, right?"
"It's decent," he muttered.
Nevaeh gasped dramatically. "Excuse me? After all my effort?"
Mordred smirked. "Fine. It's good. Happy now?"
Nevaeh grinned. "Very."
They ate in comfortable silence for a while before Mordred finally spoke.
"So… what now?"
Nevaeh tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
"Us," Mordred said, his voice quieter now.
Nevaeh wiped her lips with a napkin, leaning forward. "What do you want it to be, Mordred?"
He hesitated. He knew what he wanted. But was he ready to say it?
Nevaeh smirked. "You're overthinking it. Just admit it—you don't want me to leave."
Mordred exhaled, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You're impossible."
"And you're in love with me."
Mordred stared at her for a moment before finally sighing.
"Yeah… I think I am."
Nevaeh's smile softened. "Good. Because you're stuck with me, superstar."
And with that, she took another bite of her toast, as if she hadn't just completely shattered Mordred's carefully built walls.