She didn’t want to wake Blair, but she also knew Nolan would likely come barging into the room any minute, so a wake up by her would be much less abrupt. She wasn’t sure how to go about waking up Blair, but she felt like she had a lot of making up to do after yesterday, so she decided to give her a kiss on the forehead. After the first kiss, Blair didn’t even stir, so Erin gently kissed her once again. This kiss caused the cutest little smile to spread across her face, but she still didn’t open her eyes. Time to pull out the big guns. Erin leaned forward and brought her lips to Blair’s and kissed her softly.

Blair’s smile grew even bigger, and this time, she did start to blink open her eyes. “I could definitely get used to this alarm clock,” she said sleepily.

God, Erin loved Blair’s sleepy voice so much. She wanted to hear it every day for the rest of her life, which also made her want to jump out of bed and never hear it again. Screw you, fucked up mental health.

“Oh yeah?” Erin tried her best to make her voice sound flirtatious. “What’s your favorite part of it?” she asked before placing another kiss on Blair’s lips.

Blair opened her eyes fully and stared at Erin as if she were the only person in the whole world. “Definitely the woman those lips are attached to.”

“So, you’re not mad at me anymore?” Erin figured she might as well put it out there now, so she knew just how much kissing up she needed to do today.

Blair sighed, but she never removed her gaze from Erin, those eyes full of just as much love (Love? Really? Maybe infatuation?) as before. “I was never mad at you. I told you that. I just hate when it feels like you’re not opening up to me. I want to see every part of you, Erin. Even the bad parts.”

“But what if the bad parts are too bad and they end up scaring you away?”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Erin nodded. She very much was, and Erin was so thankful for that. “Yes. Speaking of which, how are you feeling?”

Blair took a deep breath through her nose, which surprisingly didn’t sound clogged, and blew it out through her mouth, which also surprisingly, did not end in a coughing fit. “I think I’m actually feeling a lot better.” She pointed toward her forehead. “Do I feel hot?”

Erin put her hand on Blair’s forehead, and even though that contact made her warm up, it had nothing to do with Blair’s temperature. “No. Not really.”