Nothing she didn't expect
They were sat around a massive table telling stories about one another, much to Chloe’s dismay when the stories became about her.
‘Please stop.’ She begged, cheeks red.
Beca was full on belly laughing at this point. ‘No way! I want to hear more about you telling you rejecting a boy by punching him in the face and telling him that ‘if he asks again you’ll set him on fire with your hair’.’
Chloe frowned, trying not to laugh, as the rest of her family laughed along.
Anne couldn’t help but grin at the pair, and how happy they seemed.
‘Shut up. I have stories about you too, you know…’ Chloe suddenly brightened. ‘And I’m not afraid to tell everyone.’
‘You wouldn’t dare.’ Beca raised an eyebrow.
Chloe pretended to think hard about it. ‘Oh I think I would.’
‘I’d like to hear these stories.’ Matthew smirked.
‘No you wouldn’t. You keep your mouth shut over there trouble.’ Beca scolded playfully.
Matthew shook his head with a grin, and put his hands up in defeat. He liked how Beca seemed to be relaxed around them, Chloe didn’t usually bring her partners home but when she did, they never really…fit in. Until now, of course.
‘So Clara, what’s the plan for tomorrow?’ Chloe asked.
Clara clapped her hands gleefully. ‘Well, we’re going to grab breakfast, then head down to the pool for a while to relax. Then we’ll head to the spa, and then a spot of shopping.’
‘Sounds lovely.’ Anne nodded.
Beca nodded, as Chloe agreed with her mom. ‘Yeah.’
Everyone had finished eating, and were just sat around the table relaxing for a moment before heading up to bed.
‘Chlo?’ Luca said quietly.
‘Yes Luca?’ She smiled down at him.
He blew out a breath. ‘How comes you and Beca don’t kiss?’
‘What?’ Beca shifted in her seat beside Chloe.
‘You don’t kiss like mommy and daddy do.’ He told her.
‘Actually.’ Clara interrupted. ‘I’ve not seen you two kiss or anything yet either…I mean, I’m not suggesting anything but you did just spring it all on us that you had a girlfriend but you two haven’t really…acted like it.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Beca challenged the blonde.
‘Nothing.’ She shrugged. ‘I’m just saying. You two aren’t very intimate.’
Anne cleared her throat. ‘Okay, okay.’
‘No, it’s cool.’ Beca pursed her lips, and sighed. ‘Chloe and I kiss don’t we? I mean, if it matters that much to you, we’ll kiss right now.’
Chloe whipped around to face Beca, wearing an expression that Beca couldn’t quite read.
Beca gave her a look as if asking if this was okay, with the redhead responding with a silent nod before leaning forward, closing the gap between the two of them.
Her lips were warm.
Her lips were soft.
They tasted like a mixture between peach and strawberries. Nothing she didn’t expect.
They pulled apart, Beca managing to give Clara a smug look.
‘Well, I think it’s time for bed.’ Anne told everyone.
They all got up from the table, saying their goodnights, leaving Beca and Chloe to walk to their room.
They walked in silence the whole way there, Beca only breaking the silence once they’d entered the room.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘What for?’ Chloe frowned slightly.
Beca shrugged. ‘Kissing you. I don’t want to make things weird.’
‘Becs, we’re pretending to be girlfriends.’ Chloe laughed, sitting down next to Beca. ‘It’s okay, I promise. I mean, you’re a very good kisser.’
Beca blushed, rolling her eyes. ‘Alright Beale, keep it in your pants.’
They both went to bed that night, unable to get the feeling of one another’s lips out of their minds.
How on earth were they going to get through this week?