The morning light came in softly through the windows, filtered by the white curtains that danced with the wind. The house still smelled like you two, mixed with the aroma of freshly passed coffee.

You were in the bathroom, with the toothbrush in your mouth, hair stuck in a messy bun and his T-shirt still on your body - the one that was a little wide on the shoulder, but tight enough in the right places.

Hayden entered in silence, barefoot, holding two steaming mugs.

“Coffee for my morning muse,” he said, leaning the mug against the sink counter. The voice is still hoarse, deeper in the morning. The hair messer up than ever.

You tried to answer something with the brush in your mouth. He laughed.

“Too sexy,” he joked.

You rolled your eyes. “Fhhschy scha nooo,” you tried to say, with foam in your mouth.

He arched his eyebrow. “Translation: ‘sexy clueless’?”

You gave a thumbs up, laughing with your eyes.

Without saying anything else, he left the mug there, put his arms around his waist and glued his body to his. The heat of his chest against his back. His slow breathing on your neck.

“Did you know that I dreamed of you tonight?”

You looked at yourself through the mirror, the brush still in your hand, the foam still in your mouth - but your heart collapsed.

“You were laughing. Like now. But it was in the kitchen. And there was a cat jumping on the counter.”

You rinsed your mouth quickly and turned your face.

“A cat?”

“Yeah. I think it was a warning.”

“Of what?”

“That we will have a life together. And that it will be full of mornings like this. Kind of messy. With you beautiful in a T-shirt and me trying not to fall in love more than I already am.”

You were silent for a second, your eyes fixed on his.

Then he turned around and nestled in the hug, his face on his chest, his hands holding the sides of the T-shirt.

“You’re wasting time trying not to fall in love,” you whispered.

He kissed the top of your head.

“I know. Too late.”