"baby! have you seen my watch?"

you heard clyde yelling to you from another room.

"yeah, i think it's in the nightstand drawer," you responded.

"thanks, bon!"

it took him a little while longer than you'd expect to get it out. you walked in there to find him.

"hey! did ya find it?"

"...bon?"

uh oh.

"yeah?" you asked nervously.

"i... you wrote this?"

he handed you your poetry book. FUCK. it was the one about you two. 'the story of bonnie and clyde.' you just looked at him nervously. of course you wrote it.

"hey. bon. you... you okay?"

"yeah, i just... yeah, i wrote it. is that... okay?"

he didn't give you an answer. he just essentially pounced on you, the kiss knocking your breath right out of your lungs. you kissed him back, stumbling a bit. when he finally pulled away he stayed close, just looking at you.

"...i guess it is okay?"

"i love you. so much," he said, burying his face in your neck.