sweet surrender | jeff skinner
note: I’m not super in love with this piece and it’s a month overdue but I hope everyone enjoys it regardless!
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Valentine’s day as a single person was like fighting off the plague. Everywhere you went you were reminded of how miserably single you were. Or at least that was your mindset every year except this year. You were embracing your single life and treating yourself to what you know you truly deserve.
Which is why you were currently out shopping picking up all the necessary items you would need to spend your Valentine’s Day alone. You had your night completely planned out with a full course meal and the most expensive red wine you could find to fit in your budget. And after you wined and dined yourself, the plan was to take a relaxing bath, eat the dumbly expensive chocolates you bought, and catch up on some TV. It was going to be the best Valentine’s Day yet and you couldn’t wait to get home.
Pushing open the door to your apartment, you shuffle inside with the bags from the store hanging from your arms, and quickly set them on the counter, sighing in relief at having the weight lifted from your forearms.
Turning on a few lights in the kitchen, you move through the apartment turning on the lamps in your living room and turning the switch for the fake fireplace before turning on the tv to a low rumble in the background. Moving from there, you go to your room changing into a comfy shirt and shorts then making your way back to your kitchen to begin making dinner.
Before you can even unpack everything you bought, arms are wrapping around your waist and a scream is falling from your lips, heart ready to beat out of your chest. Until you hear those all too familiar giggles in your ear and feel curls pressed against the side of your face.
“What the fuck Jeff? You almost gave me a heart attack!” You cry, swiveling around in his arms, lightly smacking him on his chest. He tries to ward off your attack, but it’s useless with how much he’s giggling.
oh my fucking god.