A Different Form of Art

Chapter Twenty

Bradley POV

I felt someone shaking me awake, and opened my eyes to see Liam standing above me, shirtless and wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his beautiful hips.

"Bradley, how do you feel? I almost forgot, we have work today!" He exclaimed.

How do I feel? Yesterday's events all came rushing back to me. The meadow, the fall, Liam carrying me home.

"I feel fine, to be honest." I stood up and walked across the room, no problem. "See? Sleeping next to you healed me." I said smiling, unable to tear my eyes from his beautiful body.

He was glistening all over from the water droplets still on his body, his towel hung lowly on his hips, and his hair was slightly curly. He looked just like the angel that he was.

"Hmm, alright then. I'm going to go get ready, feel free to wear some of my clothes if you want." Liam turned and walked out of the room, back to his bathroom to get ready.

I walked across the room and picked a red t-shirt out of his closet and some black skinny jeans, before walking to his kitchen where I decided to make him pancakes and coffee instead of going to Starbucks later.

He walked into the kitchen while I was still making the pancakes, and leaned against the doorway to stare at me.

"What?" I asked.

He walked over and brushed some flour off my face.

"You're cute, dork." He said softly, before leaning in and pecking my lips softly.

"Thanks bear." I said back, smiling widely.

"Those smell really good! How much longer?" He asked, impatient as always.

"Just a few minutes. And thank you, pancakes are on the list of five things I can actually cook." I said sarcastically.

He wrapped his arms around me while I started flipping the pancakes on the griddle, as I had done to him so many times before. I felt him kiss my hair and lightly lean his chin on my shoulder.

"This is probably one of the best mornings I've had, like ever." He said softly.

"Well, I'm glad to be a part of it." I turned around and cupped his face in my hands, kissing him softly.

"Me too. I'm glad you're in my life, Bradley. By the way, you look hella cute in my clothes." He grinned.

"Why thank you. Would you like a pancake, Liamiel?" I asked, holding up a pancake on my spatula.

"Of course, Bradleyip. Since when are we using full names?" He replied, picking up the pancake and eating it plain.

"I'm not sure, I just felt like it. Liamiel is such a beautiful name, I wanted to use it." I said.

"Well, you know what I think Bradleyip?" He asked me.

"What, Liamiel?" I replied, curious about what his opinion could possibly be about this second.

"I think that you're beautiful." He said, sweetly.

I reached up and kissed him again, balancing on my tiptoes since he was taller than me and I wasn't wearing shoes. I lightly brushed his hair out of his face and smiled. "Thank you." Was all I could manage.

"Thank you for being so amazing." He replied. "And thank you for making me pancakes." He said, lightly laughing.

"You're very welcome. Now, it's almost eight so we should probably get going." I responded, almost regretfully. I didn't want to miss out on this moment, eating pancakes with my perfect boyfriend in his kitchen.

On our way out the door, I spied a puffy Liamdelion flower. The kind that when you blow on it, all the puffy things come off. I ran down the steps to grab it as Liam locked the door behind us.

"Whatcha doin, Bradleyly?" He came up behind me.

"Make a wish, Liam." I said, handing him the flower.

"What more could I possibly wish for? I've already got you." He replied.

"How about we make a wish together? And then blow on the count of three?" I asked.

"Sounds okay to me." He said, taking a hold of my hand which was holding the flower.

"One, two, three!" I said, and we both blew on the flower. I wish for a forever with Liam, I thought.

"So, what'd you wish for?" Liam asked me, almost as soon as it was over.

"I can't tell you or else it won't come true!" I exclaimed. And I really wanted it to come true.