Through your eyes - Nico Hischier

Part 8 - Back from the cabin

Gentle light teased my closed eyelids, coaxing them to open and welcome the dawn. A myriad of emotions danced through my mind as fragments of the passionate night prior swirled into focus. Beside me lay Nico, his sleep-heavy breaths rhythmic and soothing, his arm securely encircling my waist with a comforting warmth against the morning's chill.

A soft smile found its way onto my face, blossoming from a mix of satisfaction and affection, yet also sprouting a hint of apprehension for the future our entwined paths would now forge. Carefully, I shifted, mindful not to disrupt his peaceful slumber, and afforded myself the indulgence of simply watching him, savoring the tranquil stillness before the inevitable torrent of emotions and conversations that loomed on our horizon.

My heart fluttered as Nico's eyes fluttered open, their deepness pulling me into a comforting abyss. He blinked slowly, and then a tender, yet faintly perplexed smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice hoarse, yet layered with a gentle softness that entwined seamlessly with the serene ambiance of the cabin.

"Morning," I responded, my voice barely a whisper, intertwining our fingers with a hesitant, yet unwavering assurance.

A pause hung between us, charged with unspoken words and untold emotions, before Nico finally broke the silence, 

"About last night..."

I nodded slightly, urging him to continue, while also bracing myself for the impending cascade of emotions.

"I...I want you to know, that wasn't just a moment for me. It meant something...deeply,"

 his words, though hesitant, held a resonant sincerity, inviting me into the sacred space of his vulnerability.

My throat tightened, navigating through the layers of my emotions, 

"Nico, it meant something for me too,"

 I admitted, my voice threading the delicate line between assurance and vulnerability, "But, I also understand if things are complex now...if we need to figure things out."

He gently squeezed my hand, assuring me of the steadiness within the chaos, "I think we both entered into this knowingly, but also without fully knowing what would come after."

"Yes," I agreed, my words painting a fragile yet hopeful stroke in our shared reality, 

"But whatever this is, whatever we're figuring out, I'm grateful for what happened, for how I felt with you, and whatever we decide to become or not become...I won't regret last night."

A softness danced in Nico's eyes, cradling my words with gentle acceptance, "Neither will I. But let's navigate this path together, no presumptions, no pressure. Let's just be...us, however that looks."

We allowed ourselves a few more moments of peaceful repose before reluctantly disentangling ourselves from the comforting cocoon of blankets. As my feet touched the cool floor, I couldn't resist glancing back at the bed, silently wishing to hold onto that peaceful moment for just a bit longer.

In the kitchen, the air gradually filled with the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a scent that mingled perfectly with the crispness of the morning air. Nico, with his back to me, was preoccupied, seemingly lost in the rhythmic action of chopping fresh ingredients for our breakfast. The sight was intimately domestic, and it drew a contented sigh from my lips.

As if sensing my gaze, Nico turned, a soft smile gracing his features. He approached, gently cradling my face with his hands, and placed a gentle kiss on my lips—a kiss that spoke of a comforting familiarity, of silent promises, and of shared mornings yet to come.