March 18th, xxxy
THIS IS HOW LIFE should be. Just them procrastinating work to be in each other's company. That hadn't been his intention strolling into Precious' office but the moment he had sat on the desk, Precious had rolled to him and placed his head on Kamil's lap: automatically, Kamil combs his fingers through those dark curls.
As soon as their positions was set, it seemed as if this is what Kamil should have been doing instead. What he should do.
Kamil is content. He is content. Regardless of the folders on the desk holding the emblazoned cards inside. The test wedding invitation cards the wedding planner sends Precious.
His desk is an array of test this and that. Wedding list, invitation cards, dress fittings, et cetera to be approved by both him and Constellation.
