“you know it’s been a month since we moved in together?” Even threw it out casually over their morning coffee, like it wasn’t the most incredible thing either of them could have imagined.
“A month and two days now.” Isak corrected, grinning at Even from behind his mug.
“Counting the days, are you? Sick of me already?” Even teased, nudging Isak’s foot under the table.
“Oh yeah, I’m already looking for a replacement roomie.” Isak nodded seriously and Even tried not to laugh.
“Yeah? How long have you been looking?”
“Hmm,” Isak sipped his coffee thoughtfully. Since day two probably.”
“That long!” Even gasped, setting his mug down on the table in faux outrage. “And no luck, huh?”
“No.” Isak shook his head mournfully, but Even could see the smile dancing around the corners of Isak’s lips and he couldn’t help but lean closer.
“What will you do, huh?” He murmured, searching Isak’s face still flushed with sleep.
“I guess you’ll have to stay.” Isak sighed, putting his empty mug down.
“Pity.” Even nodded, his gaze trailing down to Isak’s lips. They were shiny with coffee and Even desperately wanted to kiss the last sweetness from them.
“A tragedy.” Isak agreed, his voice still rough and not quite awake.
“Whatever could we do to make it better for you?” Even whispered, unable to look away from Isak’s coffee damp lips.
“Hmm,” Isak pretended to think for a few seconds before he leaned forwards and pressed his lips to Even’s. You’d think that after months of kisses (and more) that it would lose its novelty, but Even’s stomach still dropped like he was on a rollercoaster and his heart still raced in his chest and he still felt those fireworks under his skin.
They stayed like that for a few minutes: exchanging lazy coffee stained kisses over their kitchen table, too tired to take things further than that. They didn’t have long anyway, they had to get ready for school and head out for the tram soon.
“I love you.” Isak sighed against his lips.
And hell if that wasn’t the best way to start his day.