Chapter 8

"What top-tier bachelor! Pfft!" Bellamy glared at her reflection in the mirror, looking at the red marks all over her body, madly figuring out how to cover them up. "Stupid humans, all blinded by Fraser's face! He's a total beast who doesn't know what self-control means!" Still fuming, Bellamy got dressed and headed downstairs. By the time she reached the dining room, the table was already piled with a hearty breakfast. Bellamy usually didn't bother with breakfast, but now that Fraser had pulled her over to the dining table, she got more annoyed just looking at the fancy spread. Perfect excuse to pick a fight. "My hangover's not even gone yet! Head's still pounding! And you wrecked me last night! You better make it up to me!" Bellamy slammed her hand on the table and started ranting right in Fraser's ear. Fraser calmly spread jam on the toast like he didn't hear her, shoved the slice onto her plate, and said, "Eat already. Don't start throwing tantrums this early in the day." Bellamy grabbed the perfectly jammed toast and threatened, "If you don't make me mac and cheese, I swear this jam's going straight to your face!" Fraser stared at her, utterly speechless. Bellamy raised her chin with a smug look that basically screamed, "Pick: jam on your face or macaroni for me." Fraser gave up the fight real quick and wandered off to the kitchen. Bellamy happily trotted after him, victory claimed. He started cracking eggs like a pro, warm morning light falling softly across his face. For a split second, Bellamy felt dazed-like maybe, just maybe, this was some version of forever. Fraser dished out the perfect macaroni and even hit her lightly on the head with a laugh. "Why are you so high-maintenance?" Bellamy stuffed her mouth full of food, grabbed the warm milk he handed over and chugged it down, then confidently said, "Didn't you say to Lydia last night that I'm childish and spoiled? I'm just proving your point!" She didn't actually care-she just enjoyed messing with him. He had pulled out all the stops last night, after all... Fraser rubbed his temples in defeat. So she really was holding a grudge. If he'd known, maybe he should've added another line yesterday: Bellamy has a long memory. Now to avoid more drama, he lifted his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I was wrong. I'm sorry. From now on, no matter what, I'll tell everyone Bellamy is graceful, thoughtful, and totally put-together. Happy now?" Bellamy shoveled in more macaroni, letting out two hums, reluctantly satisfied. So even Lydia's an outsider in his eyes-love it. Right before heading off to work, Bellamy pulled out her lip gloss to touch up, but Fraser stopped her. "Don't put that on. Not good for you." Bellamy rolled her eyes and flicked his hand away without missing a beat. "Clearly you don't get women. Our first line of defense is how we look. Can't let anyone else outshine us before we even talk!" Fraser snaked an arm around her waist, effortlessly pinning her hands. "Cut the nonsense. You look the best without putting anything on. Let's just go like this." He snatched the gloss from her hand and chucked it into the trash in one smooth move, then bent down and pressed a kiss to her soft, clean lips. Bellamy smacked her lips a little, savoring the moment, then patted his cheek with a grin. "Guess your mouth's this sweet from all that jam, huh? Fine, since you're so good with your words, I won't put any on today." Just today though... Fraser, I know there's no ‘forever' for us, so I better learn to armor up before you walk away...