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He let out a little amused laugh, “If I didn’t know any better this wasn't the universe's doing. This has my Baka written all over it. She would have loved you Alex. She would have loved you so much, my parents would too.” His shoulders start shaking again, with silent cries.

Kissing his forehead I said, “I am sure I would have loved them too. Let that pain out Pup, I am here to catch it all. I got you.”

We stayed like that for a while, just feeling all the confessions, the weight of our past traumas, the lingering damage we still carried every day with us. We stayed feeling Sam’s grief, and most importantly how good it felt to have someone to share it all with. We weren't alone anymore.

That by itself, had me feeling so much more excited for the future. Both of us were getting very sleepy and yawning. I reached out to close the book he left on the couch beside us. “Early bed time? What do you say huh?”

He lifted his sleepy eyes from my shoulder to look at me and said, “Will you sleep beside me?”

Fucking butterflies again… “Every night if you want me too.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips and bobbed his head so fast his hair went all over the place. He is fucking adorable. I stood up with him still straddling me and walked towards our bedroom.

Getting our night routine out of the way, felt like we had done this a million times before. We got clean clothes and went to the bathroom to brush our teeth, each using their designated sides of the sink. We showered together just kissing and washing, nothing sexual. We dried and got dressed in just boxers.

He laughed at me when he caught me staring at him as he did his skin care routine, fascinated by how many creams he rubbed into himself. His skin was radiant. I could see why he did it. We laughed at random things, chatted while getting ready, until we got into the bed together. Something changed that night and it brought us even closer together.

I made a silly, little wish in my head, that all my nights end up in Sam’s arms. We fell asleep hugging in my bed, legs tangled in knots with our heartbeats beating to the same rhythm.

CHAPTER 43

SAM

Waking up the next morning well rested, inhaling Alex’ scent from his pillow, I stretched my arm out in search of my giant teddy bear, but the sheets were cold. I rubbed my eyes to clear the grogginess away. I looked to where Alex was sleeping and found it empty. My heart sank, and what-if’s started…

What if he decided after my confession yesterday I was too much work, and came with too much baggage? What if he realized he made a mistake and just felt like experimenting with men and decided it wasn’t for him? What if I get up and find him and his stuff gone. Fuck! I realized that I more than liked him… I was falling for him. That was fucking terrifying.

But my spiraling thoughts were cut off by the smell of coffee. Burned coffee! And then a sudden yelp came from out of the kitchen, followed by a series of barely intelligible curses from Alex, as he tried to be quiet.

Jumping out of the bed, I looked for some clothes to put on but couldn’t find any. I saw Alex’s dark gray hoody, hanging over the back of the chair. I snatched it up and quickly pulled it over my head. It was so big on me, it looked like I was wearing a dress with the hem reaching my knees, and my hands disappeared inside of the sleeves.

I brought the neck of it to my nose, and smelled it filling my lungs with that intoxicating body spray he wears, and under all that I could smell his delicious skin. I was an addict now… A sudden bang of what sounded like metal hitting the inside of the sink, jolted out of my sniffing-creeper behavior and ran to the kitchen. Alex was running water over his left hand, while with his right he was cleaning what looks like spilled coffee as it steamed over the stove top.

“OMG ALEX! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?” I ran beside him, grabbing his hand that had been under the stream of water and started inspecting it, “Did you burn yourself? Where?” he wasn’t answering me, in fact he was standing still like a statue. When I looked up he is staring at me, more specifically at what I was wearing. Crap! “Sorry that was the only thing I had to put on. I'll go change.” he growled… like… he let out this growly-grunt, sounding like an actual bear.

His eyes dropped, half-lidded. “Pup, don’t you fucking dare take that off. You look so fucking delicious in my clothes.”

I slapped him across the chest, “Alex you dummy! Now is not the time! Now show me! Where did you get hurt? And what were you doing here with all this coffee?”

His cheeks turned fire-engine red. “I was trying to surprise you with coffee in bed. I thought that seeing you make Turkish coffee so many times would be easy but it overflowed so fast and it burned my finger.” Aww my fucking heart… He was so sweet. I was about to turn and get the burn gel, when he stopped me by saying in a low gravely voice, “But just to be clear. You bossing me around is having the opposite effect on my cock, while you are wearing my hoodie Sam.”

I fucking shivered… Turning half way towards him, I gave him my most seductive look under my lashes and said, “I wouldn’t mind bossing you around, big guy.” He started shaking the water off his hand, ready to pounce on me judging by the lust filled look on his face.

But I stopped him. “Ah, ah, ah Nope!” He froze in his tracks. “I need to clean and apply gel on that finger, then I have to make us coffee and breakfast. And if you behave, I might just reward you for being a good boy before you need to go to work.” I winked at him, and he audibly swallowed.

I saw his legs shifting with the corner of my eye and that got my attention flicking downwards… Interesting. He was hard, he really liked me being bossy. I didn’t know I had it in me, but I can’t lie, it did feel exciting. I smirked at him and walked to the bathroom to get a first aid kit.

All I heard was his bare feet pattering behind me. I barely contained my smile. “Right. Sit on the lid of the toilet and show me your finger.” While he got situated, I took out the supplies. Suddenly, I felt his hand trailing up my bare leg from behind me. If he continued this I wouldn’t be able to focus on anything.

“Stop it Alex,” he retracted his hand, like a child being caught in a cookie jar. “Show me your finger now.” he placed his hand with his pointer finger out, into my outstretched hand. I finally got a good look at it and saw the tiniest little red mark and my head snapped back at him. “Alex…”

“Yes?” he drawled.

“You are one big baby! That isn’t even big enough to bother wrapping.” I said, trying to cover my amusement with fake exasperation.

“Hey, it hurts like I burned my whole finger.” He said, shyly.

“Awww you big softie. Come on, you don’t even need the gel. Let’s go have a coffee and breakfast” I took his other hand in mine, pulling him out of the bathroom.

He sat down with his finger out like it was broken while we had our breakfast. I barely contained my laughter the whole time.