Reality

21

My eyes fluttered open slowly, and I was faced with blur for a few seconds. My eyes adjusted to the light shining through the window and my body adjusted to the feeling of another body on top of me. I looked down to find Miles, with an arm wrapped around my waist and his face nuzzled in the crook of my neck. He looked adorable and I couldn't help but lift my hand to play with his messy, chocolate coloured curls. He began to fidget slightly, pushing his face deeper into my neck and groaning slightly. I chuckled.

"Morning, my prince." I whispered, he returned the greeting with a groan and rolled onto his back. My body instantly went cold from the loss of contact. I gripped his shirt between my fingers, pulling him back to me in a spooning position. It felt odd, because Miles was the more dominant in the relationship, if you could call it a relationship. But here I was, being the big spoon, initiating contact.

"What are we?" He asked, and instantly I shrank back to my small submissive form as my breath hitched in the back of my throat and my body tensed. I wasn't expecting that question, and especially at such an early hour of the morning. We had only just woken up!

"Well, Miles, I guess we're whatever you want to be?" I said, though it sounded like more of a question. He wiggled around to face me, he looked hesitant. With his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyebrows furrowed with uncertainty.

"Well... what do you want to be?" He asked quietly, he looked nervous as his eyes darted around the room, avoiding looking at me. I bit my lip, pondering on whether I should say it or not...

"I want to be yours..." I whispered, barely audible. But he heard it, because he finally looked at me, his lips parted, he looked almost shocked. But soon he grinned with his beautiful smile that made me melt.

He placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me to him and catching my lips in a kiss. He pulled away from me, taking my wrists in his hands and crawling on top of me.

"And I want to be yours too." He said with a grin before leaning down slowly, our lips barely touching when he muttered out,

"Mine." and then he moulded our lips together in a slow, tender kiss, and we were now content with the fact we had eachother. We were happy with the idea that we were loved.

What a shame we'd never be able to voice that happiness.

And after many shameless kisses and cuddles were shared, we joined my family downstairs for breakfast. Hand in hand, with heart eyes and swollen lips.