What If Just...

17 Vivian

I don't know when Aiden came.

I wake up before the alarm goes off.

The guy usually leaves before I wake up, but today he is still here.

When I don't see him, the realization that I'm sleeping in bed with a man doesn't come.
When he lies in front of me, I'm overwhelmed by the spectrum of emotions I can hardly distinguish.

Among them is one thing for sure - shame.

But the wave of shyness fades into the background when curiosity comes forward.

Now I can take a closer look at the guy: other times I'm embarrassed to do this, because he might notice.

Aiden seems very young when sleeping.

His hair sticks out to the sides, his facial expression is serene and dreamy, without any tension.

He has thick dark eyebrows (one is slightly divided by a little scar) and long fluffy eyelashes, which, I'm sure, any girl would envy.

I lift up a little and move closer to him.

In profile, he resembles a mesmerizing antique sculpture with his straight nose, high cheekbones and a sharp chin line.

I presume many people find him attractive.

It's hard for me to judge, because since childhood I have been instilled an absence of the beauty concept as an undesirable comparison.

Just when I'm debating whether Aiden is handsome to me, a loud sound of the alarm clock fills the room.

Frightened, I jump aside and accidentally touch the sleeping man.

"What are you doing?" he mumbles drowsily, without opening his eyes.

"I... wake up," I try to explain, automatically pulling the blanket over myself.

"Okay," the guy says, barely audible.

He seems so defenseless and...cute?

I need to stop staring at Aiden and start getting ready, otherwise Grace will leave without me.

I have to get dressed in the bathroom in order to stay out of man's sight.

When I leave, Aiden is still sleeping in my bed.

***
The next two days fly by unnoticed at work.

I don't see Aiden during this time: he also works a lot.
However, every night he invariably comes back to me, though when I am already asleep.
In the morning after waking up, I don't find him either.

Today is my first of two days off in a row, so I decide to sleep longer - a luxury I've never been able to afford.

All three working days I almost didn't have time to read - only 10-15 minutes before going to bed.
For this reason, I plan to fix the situation.

I'm a little worried I will have nothing to read when I finish all the books from the study...
I need to get somewhere in the city - to a library or a bookstore.

Feeling refreshed and fully recovered, I get off the bed in a good mood.

The bright sun is shining from the window, embracing me with its warm rays, birds are singing outside, a light summer breeze is stirring the translucent curtain.

I would really like to turn on the music now.
I open the app, completely forgetting that I don't have a subscription.

But this time the payment message doesn't appear.