I look up at the ceiling in the place called his home I've been welcomed in.
He probably thinks of me as a brother.
Ugh, really, Noel? You love an almost married man? Get yourself together.
I just can't help thinking of him like that.
The way he holds me in a hug.
The way he smiles as I say his name.
The way he captivates my attention.
I missed that.
I look over at Mischa.
Oh, right, he said I could sleep in his bed for a while. He didn't want me on the couch. He said it was uncomfortable...
He looks so calm. Happy. I am glad. He should be happy. That is all that matters to me.
"I love you, Mischa," I whisper.
He turns in his sleep and I decide to sleep too.
Talia is one lucky girl.
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A/N
sorry this one is short i have been thinkiny all day and i hope you enjoy
