nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a
- love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness.
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"Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me.
"Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?"
I slowly...
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2 months later...
Celeste's POV: I stretched out in the soft sheets as I yawned, before opening my eyes to the blinding sun.
Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and gasped as I saw the black and gold balloons dangling from the ceiling. I looked behind me and saw more balloons which said 'happy birthday' then squealed excitedly.
I'm finally eighteen! And Asher's done all of this for me- wait...
I looked to the side of me to see Asher wasn't here, but noticed Victoria secret bags and other lingerie brands piled up in the corner of the room.
Where is Asher?
I stood up and walked over to the bags, which were stacked higher than my head, and peered into them.
Thats a lot of lingerie...
I rolled my eyes just thinking about the smug look on his face when he see me in this stuff.
But why isn't he here?
I walked out of the room, then looked around as I walked downstairs to see more piles of expensive presents everywhere, whilst Asher sat on the couch.
"You didn't have to do all this!" I said as I gestured to the balloons that were hanging everywhere.
I looked up at the balloons dangling from the tall ceiling.
How is he gonna get them down?...
Asher stood up and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and leaning down to kiss me.
"Happy birthday, baby."
I smiled up at him and leaned up to kiss him again, wrapping my arms around him too.
"Thank you, for all of this."
"Don't thank me yet..." He smirked and led me over to the couch he was sat on. "I made you some breakfast."
I watched as he walked over to the kitchen, then came back with a plate full of food and an apple juice box. He placed it down in front of me, then sat down next to me, before pulling me onto his lap.
I smiled at him then grabbed the plate, offering him a slice of bacon.
"I made this for you."
"I know, but... we can share."
He rolled his eyes then ate some of the bacon, before giving me the rest.
