Chapter 50 Living With Him
I swiped my slightly cold fingers over my eyes before slowly blinking them open.
The insistent hum of the air conditioner hit my ears as I yawned behind a hand, and the crisp morning light touched my face every so often as it peeked through the swaying grey curtain in front of the window to the right.
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from groaning at the burning pain in my ankle, then lifted my stiff back a little before shifting it this way and that to give it some movement.
Av? had been livid when I’d told him that I was moving in with Myles. He’d protested, of course, but had had to give up when I’d stayed adamant on my decision.
I knew Myles was just as shocked by Av?’s change of behavior, but he didn’t exactly react to it, or even acknowledge his confusion out loud.
But, speaking of things he had done…
My God, he’d been a dream. Nothing short of amazing, I’ll say. He’d done everything to make me feel at ease; to make things simpler for me in his condo.
The squad had helped him with my stuff, sure, but it’d been him who’d done most of the arranging and organizing, whilst also looking after me.
He’d decided to clear out some space in his office so that he could install some racks for all my books and book merches.
He’d taken up a new housing project for a family that’d recently moved to Chicago and wanted to get their new apartment renovated, but had chosen to stay by my side instead of going to work himself.
Taron and the crew were looking after the whole thing, and I knew my guy better than to argue with him over something that involved both me and his job.
Because I knew he’d always pick me, no matter what.
Seriously, Myles was a dream – perfect in every way that mattered to me.
He stirred, and then began mumbling something as he pressed himself closer to me. Even in his sleep, his arm around my waist tightened, which made me smile.
I turned my head so that I could look at him, and smiled wider as my eyes roamed over him.
His hair was a matted mess on his forehead, and his brown lashes touched the tops of his cheeks when his lids twitched a couple of times. He once more mumbled something I couldn’t understand, and his bare chest brushed my left shoulder when he again moved closer to me.
This was the best part of living with him: getting to kiss him good night before bed, and then waking up next to him every morning. It was a routine I knew I’d cherish forever, and also one I’d never get tired of.
Sunlight again filtered into the room through the closed glass window, and illuminated Myles’s side profile as he pressed his head further against his pillow.
I chuckled, I don’t know why, then leaned in, pressed a soft kiss on his brow, and touched my nose to his before closing my eyes again.