Autumn Leaves

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

The morning came and I woke up breathing onto Trevor's chest - bare chest to be exact. How did this happen? How did he get into my bed? Did we have sex? No, my clothes are still on.

I calmed myself down and remembered him waking me up in the middle of the night just to sleep next to me. The thought instantly made my face hot.

I admired his incredibly toned body while I still had a chance before looking up to stare at his sleeping face. He seemed to be in a really deep and good sleep. His face was lit up as he did. What was he dreaming about? Whatever it was, I'm glad he was finally sleeping well again.

And it was because of me.

But then again, he couldn't sleep because of me. Oh, well.

It might have been creepy but I watched him sleep. He shifted after what it seemed to be a minute or so and his breathing became even again. A moment passed and he put his arms around me and his leg over me, pulling me closer to him; his chin just above my head. I smiled, feeling giddy.

I place my hands on his chest and lightly skimmed my fingers through his skin. I looked up again at his face and traced his features - his thick eyebrows, his eyelids, his nose, his lips, his cheekbones, his jaw where there was a stubble that tickled my fingertips and made him even more attractive.

He didn't flinch or give any reaction to my touch. I continued staring at him before time could take this moment away.

My mind played with the thought of me waking up beside him and seeing him like this everyday. Whoever gets to see this even once in a lifetime is lucky and I'm proud to say that I'm one of them.

I ran my hand through his hair. It was soft, of course, but what I meant is: does he use conditioner? If so, what brand? Was it expensive or he visits the salon for it?

Before I knew it, his eyes fluttered open and I froze in surprise. He smiled lazily that made my heart flutter in my chest. He pulled me even closer and kissed me once.

"Good morning," he said, his voice cracking.

My eyes widened when I realized he could've tasted my morning breath so I quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

I heard him laugh and said, "Come back here, babe!"

I peeked my head back at him, eyebrows knitted together. "What did you call me?"

"I called you 'babe'," he repeated. "You don't like it?"

I do like it. . . A lot, actually.

I blinked, cheeks getting warmer, and turned back to the mirror and rinsed off the white foam of toothpaste on my mouth.

"N-not really," I stammered. "I'm just s-surprised."

Once I looked up from the sink, Trevor's reflection was already on the mirror and his hands were on my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Well, I can always call you other nicknames," he told me as I put back my toothbrush on its place.

"Nicknames like what?" I asked. We were just there, talking to each other on the mirror.

He transferred his arms on my shoulders and his chin on the top of my head. "There are plenty of those; there's 'baby', 'baby girl', 'sugarpie', 'cupcake', 'sweetheart', 'love', and many more but I'd call you whatever you prefer."

I laughed. The idea was ridiculous, yet cute like what a normal couple does. But the question is, what are we?

I shook my head. "Niether of those but it's up to you."