“Stole your heart, didn’t I?” - Thatcherjoe
AN: This is just a little thing I wrote to try and kick my writer block’s ass.
You had driven down to vist Zoë and Alfie with Joe and were currently helping Zoë prepare some snacks for the movie night you had planned.
“What are you doing?” A pair of arms snaked around your waist from behind, Joe’s chin resting on your shoulder as he assessed the table.
“Ooh, you got m&m’s. I’ve been craving them for days.”
“I know,” you chuckled, “that’s why we bought them.”
“Ah Zoë, see this is why I chose her as my girlfriend.” He grinned widely letting go of you to grab some.
“Hey!” She said grabbing the bowl and pushing his hands away. “Those are not for now, mister.”
She took another bowl in her hands to bring to the living room.
“Make sure he doesn’t try to steal anything else!” She chuckled before leaving the room.
“Becoming a thief, are we?” He turned around grabbing your hands.
“Stole your heart, didn’t I?”
You widened your eyes at his corny remark.
“You did not just say that.”
He grinned proudly, not an ounce of regret in his eyes.
“That was horrible.” You let go of his hands walking after Zoë but before you could take even two steps he interfered by pulling at your shirt.
“You know you still love me,” he put his arms around your waist pulling you close to him.
“Sadly, yeah,” you teased putting your arms around his neck.
You just grinned in response giving him a quick peck on the lips before hurrying out of the room.
Joe stood still for a moment smiling to himself before rushing after you.