It was 6 am when Time woke up, far too early for a Sunday morning. As if that wasn't enough of a punishment, a ray of sunlight peeking through the curtains shone straight into his brown eyes when he opened them. Time let out a frustrated sigh and immediately closed his eyes again, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep after yesterday's event; he was exhausted.
Yesterday.
Time's eyes shot open; and when he turned his head it felt as if his heart exploded. Tay—his Tay—was sleeping next to him, his facial expression was soft and calm, and he realized he had never seen Tay so relaxed in his sleep for at least the past half year.
Shit. Time was about to cry.
The arm he had propped in the crook of Tay's neck started to become numb, but it was worth it and he would push through it for another day if it meant he could look at Tay and his beautiful face—especially his beautiful face. He slowly turned on his left side, facing Tay, and used his right hand to softly tuck a strand of ash grey hair from Tay's forehead behind his ear.
It was hard to not feel guilty when he saw his—hopefully again—boyfriend laying next to him. After all, he did still feel guilty, and he did thought that Tay deserved a better man, but he was glad he had the opportunity to become that better man for him. And the fact that he was told that the feeling of guilt wouldn't vanish in a day, made him prepared for the internal fight he would have. It was why he had scheduled an appointment with his family's psychologist on Monday morning and why he would probably schedule appointments for the rest of the week too. It was also to prevent a relapse; he absolutely didn't want to, but he wasn't convinced he could handle his old habits by himself immediately.
It was only when he felt a hand on his cheek that Time realized he had closed his eyes while contemplating his life choices. And when he opened his eyes, he was met with the eyes he fell in love with. He was really on the verge of knocking himself out for taking Tay's presence and beauty for granted.
"Good morning," Time smiled. He laid his own hand over the one Tay had on his cheek and brought their hands to his lips, pressing tender kisses onto the fair skin of Tay's palm.
The genuine smile he got from Tay made his heart speed up a little; something he hasn't felt for a long time under these circumstances.
"Good morning," replied Tay with a hoarse voice. And shit, Time forgot how hot Tay was when he woke up.
"Did you sleep well, babe?" It was hard not to go back to the names he used to call Tay, especially when Tay was looking at him like that—all bedroom eyes and a playful smile on his lips.
"It couldn't have been better," whispered Tay and he actually shuffled closer to put his head on the left side of Time's chest; his hand was put next to him on Time's skin. For a second Time was afraid he could feel his rapid heart beat. "What about you?"
Time was slightly distracted by the finger Tay used to lazily draw patterns on the naked skin on his chest when he said "It felt like heaven when I woke up next to you."
He rather felt than heard Tay snort, "That's one of the sappiest things you've said. Ever. And you've woken up next to me countless of times."
"As if you don't like it when I say it," grinned Time when he slowly moved his numb arm––which was now free––with a painful growl before the feeling in his arm got back. He used his hand to carefully push away the bangs in front of Tay's forehead again. "But I understand what you mean. It's just that today feels special because I realize you are still here, with me."
With his head still on his chest, Tay looked up at him. "I almost wasn't."
Time knows. And he also knows that maybe Tay almost leaving him was the wake-up call he needed to remember the feelings he had for the other.
