-Kyle's PoV-
He wasn't the heaviest but it still took quite a bit to lay him down on the bed. Did this really just happen? The only thing from keeping from thinking that this was all a dream is that we were both almost naked. I had the courtesy of putting his pants back knowing how much he'd hate me tomorrow, or not.
A snore broke off from Warren. I finally realised how tired he must have been from--
If only I knew this could be possible, then I wouldn't have to wait for so long. But then again, it was still so fast. In a matter of just more than a week, he went from a next door neighbor, a cute one, to this.
This sleeping, snoring person who I deeply love.
We were on the bed together, he was at the end, making sure he faced me. His hair was always so dark and smooth, I could feel its texture as my fingers interlock with his hair, his breath hot against my bare chest and his face as perfect as it can get.
Outside, the series we, or maybe I, was watching was still playing outside, I stood softly out of bed and slowly walked out of the room and grabbed the remote on the couch.
The living room smelled of cheese. And sweat. A lot of messy sweat which I should probably take care of. It was a little past midnight, I guess you could call 'that' a midnight snack, right? Who am I kidding, that was a meal.
I went back inside of the room and examined him. His left leg was now extended towards the edge, great.
I approached it carefully and lightly made contact with his leg, afraid to wake him up from his much needed rest. I didn't know whether he was a deep sleeper but I hoped he was because I'm a person who changes positions here and there.
I lifted his leg up and put it precisely where it seemed comfortable and made my way on the bed, beside him.
I realized that I've never felt so happy before, not like this. All I wanted to do was to make it last forever. Even if forever only means a moment or a lifetime.
Warren, I love you, forever.
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Warren
I woke up to a dreamless sleep, for the first time in quite a while, I didn't feel like I didn't have enough rest, which made me comfortable. Fragrant aromas filled the room, I picked up a little garlic, some herbs, and a mix of delightful spices. I got up, stretching, a little sore. It seems like Kyle was still cooking outside because I heard the gas burner turn off.
I walked out of the room, with not much in mind. When I got to the kitchen, a few steps after, there he was. As Kyle as he could get, preparing the food for us both. My cheeks turned warm after remembering what had happened last night.
I approached him as he washed his hands in the sink, hugging his waist from the back and laying my head down on his shoulder.
"Good morning, Kyle." I said softly as his head leaned against mine as well.
"It's already 12, Warren. But yes, I suppose it is a good morning to you as well." He said in his ever so smooth voice with a small laugh at the end.
"You know, you don't have to cook for me while I'm here, it's kind of a little off." It was, he was basically doing everything for me aside from just cooking.
"It's fine. You wouldn't want to burn my place down, would you?" God, why would he bring that up, it was an accident, a- uh -yeah. I suppose.
He only responded with a laugh and then he turn the faucet off and finally dried his hands from his apron.
I stepped back and watched him as he took off his apron and hung it on a rack nearby. I don't deserve this kind of person, I don't deserve to stay in this place, but he's always so committed.
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I took the liberty of actually washing the dishes then fixing the bed and cleaned the already clean rooms which surprisingly knocked out more air than I thought it would out of me. Kyle went out to buy more food. I really have to pay him back once I get back to my place.
I surrendered to the couch exhausted and worn out. I have never been this tired doing chores before. I definitely am out of shape. The sun doesn't seem to set, perhaps it's because I lack sense of time after leaving my phone inside that damned locked place. I look at the clock thats above the TV.
"2:38" I sighed in frustration. Has it only been an hour and a half since I started? The house felt so hollow now that Kyle isn't here. Everything felt so stagnant, so still, my ears rang in the silence. Maybe a bath would help.
I got up and went straight to the bathroom, I took off my sweaty clothes and threw them into the basket which was almost full, maybe I could do the laundry tomorrow. I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror.
"Oh my god." Was all I could say. I wasn't shocked at my body because it looked better than I expected it to be but- oh no-.
From my neck to my torso there were marks all over me, not just any mark but... All I could do was stare in disbelief. Did it actually happen? I don't remember him doing whatever that caused this.
Maybe I was too distracted when he-- No. I wasn't going to talk about it. I looked my face and saw my tan skin blushing. I immediately looked away and went to shower. I turned the heater on and let the water pour down my back, facing the shower head.
I let my myself wander deep in thought, closing my eyes as my body relaxing.
The water now got warmer, almost a perfect temperature that flowed smoothly across my neck down to my toes. It's almost as if I was swimming in a hot tub, and Kyle beside me.
I imagined it was years later when I would graduate, and he was there, for me. And I was there, for him. Telling stories, hearing jokes. I imagined that his hazel eyes would sparkle from the sun rays that hit us, the way he crookedly smile that was so perfect.
I imagined that we were stargazing out on a road trip, holding each others' hands like tomorrow would never come. The way the grass smelled of rain when we would point out stars that shone the most. When we would lay down on it and lean my head against his that's against my shoulder, and I could smell the mint on his hair from his shampoo. The way my blood flows to my cheeks and my heart pumps fast when we would tell each other 'I love you'. I imagined.
I woke myself out of the trance, realizing how much I was thinking about him. This time the water became so hot for so long on my skin that I could no longer feel the water. I looked down upon my fingers and found that they were slightly pruned.
I went ahead as usual, using Kyle's citrus soap and mint shampoo, the only shampoo scent he has.
The images only started to fade away when I wrapped myself in my bath towel after wiping off some of the water left.
I went ahead and closed the bathroom door and opened Kyle's room in front. I went straight to his closet to pick out his clothes that were slightly bigger than usual so it would fit me. I searched around his hanged clothes, long sleeves, tank tops, polos, and suddenly I spot a familiar shade of white which was on the outermost part to the left.
I removed it from the rack and saw that it was my hoodie. The hoodie I wore when it was raining 'that night' and a couple of shirts next to it was my EGU shirt. My mind suddenly filled with flashbacks and episodes of how we met
I wanted to wear the uni shirt but I was afraid to look like I was suffocating. Instead, I wore some cotton shorts that looked way too short for me and a loose buttoned long sleeve. I went outside to the kitchen once again and this time the clock read '3:13".
Kyle would come back shortly, I was certain of that now. I walked to the fridge to drink some water, perhaps a habit I picked up from exercise. I also grabbed some eggs, onion, garlic, milk, carrots, half a stick of butter, and some chives. I hope he didn't mind a small shave from his fridge.
I got to beating the eggs, slicing the onion and chives, dicing the carrots, mincing the garlic and poured some milk on the eggs. I melted the butter on the pan and proceeded to put the carrots in and stir-fried it for few minutes. I learned this trick from Lina because she knew I hated the taste of raw carrots. I wonder how she's doing, nowadays. And also Mom, Da- nevermind.
So after that I put the onion first then the garlic then the eggs with the chi... on and on.
The eggs were about almost done as I seasoned them. I figured it would be better with bread. I thenprepared a plate and looked for bread somewhere, no sign of bread on the countertop, the table but maybe the fridge. I opened the fridge and looked. Fruits, vege--
"Warren?"