Mimicry (Part Eight)
Summary: There were always things that were meant to be, probably.
Pairing: Alex Summers X Reader
Word count: 1.3k
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“Alex,” you found yourself giggling as he pressed another kiss to your lips during his break. He had you seated onto his desk while you mirthfully chuckled while his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you into a close hug.
“Mm, yeah?” he asked you, pulling away for a moment to look at you.
His blue eyes trained on you in a fashion that made you feel flustered just by seeing him; just by making eye contact with him.
It was still kind of hard to believe that you were living the life that you were, with him at your side.
“Nothing,” you told him, the smile not leaving your face for a single moment. “I’m just really happy, that’s all.”
“I’m happy too, Y/N,” he told you as he pressed a kiss to your nose. “Happier than I ever thought that I could be. Happier than I think I should be, if I’m being honest with myself.”