Nothing On You

Chapter One

Izziah (is-eye-a) POV

I stretch, shifting in bed. I attempt to open my eyes but they are singed by the bring sunlight so I shut them. I feel around the bed blindly, he's not here...he said that he would come to bed when he was finish songwriting... I rub my eyes to clear them before I open them. Sunlight streaks past the thin curtains in through the large window panes lighting up the entire room. I peel myself from under the covers and test the floor. I put one toe in the floor to find that it is actually warm so I press both of my feet against it. I stand combing my hair out if my face with my fingers as I walk through the open set of double doors that encloses the bedroom. I walk into the living room and there is Bruno on the couch his eyes closed.

He is fast asleep still wearing his clothes from yesterday. His dark tight curls peek out from under his maroon beanie. His loose white v-neck tee plays along the contours of his chest. His gold crucifix necklace lays against his chest, the cross moving up and down as he breathes. He is still wearing light pair of jeans and grey socks. His guitar is still laying across his lap his his arms hanging limply over it; even now he looks so muscular and he not even flexing. His notebook and pencil lay on the coffee table next to a bottle of water and te table is covered in crumpled pieces of paper. He looks so cute when he is asleep. 

I watch him for a while as his chest rises and falls soundlessly. I smile. I walk over to him slowly, staying as quiet as I can. I gently lift is arms off of his guitar and place it in its case on the floor. He shifts and I freeze for a moment but he doesn't wake up. I walk back to the bedroom and take the comforter off the bed. I carry it to the living room and drape it over him. He shifts positions and pulls the comforter closer, I smile at this and head to the kitchen.

I whip up two pepper and onion omelets with bacon; I put my plate to the side and pour some orange juice for Bruno. I take the plate to the the living room and I place his food on the coffee table. I walk back to the kitchen to clean up and I hear him wake up. I listen as  he stretches and then breathe "Mmmm." In under ten minutes I hear his fork hit his plate; then I hear footprints behind me. I feel his arms wrap around my waist as he kisses my neck.

"Thanks for breakfast. It was really, really good." He says as a smile comes across my face.

"I figured you would be hungry." I reply resting my arms on top of his. I turn to look at him and he puts his forehead against mine. I close my eyes.

"Sorry I didn't come to bed last night I wanted to finish my new song." He says his as eyelashes butterfly kissing mine. I open my eyes and turn up my nose.

"Bruno, honey, your breath stinks." I say smirking at him.

"We'll that's too bad cuz' ...I'm going to kiss you anyway." I smile and he gently presses his lips against mine. I feel a warm chill run down my spine, the same chill I felt when we kissed for the first time. I can't believe it's been two years and this still happens every we kiss. I keep my lips against his as he moves his neck in and out kissing me. He pulls away gently and I open my eyes, before I can control it I find myself biting the corner of my lip. I turn around and put my arms around him hugging him. He runs his fingers through my hair as I hold him. I snatch his beanie off his head and run off to the living room.

"Hey!" He exclaims covering his his curly mop of hair with both hands as he runs after me. Before I can get to the living room he catches me pulling me to the couch.