Living In The Blue Neighborhood

Chapter 22

Connor's POV

I watched as Troye plopped down at a stool in front of his laptop which was sitting on the bar, typing quickly at something I couldn't see from the cooking area. Hmm. I pulled out some noodles, cheese, breadcrumbs, and pots for making mac n' cheese, Troye's favorite. I placed the pot delicately on the stove, cautious not to disturb Troye from whatever he was working on.

"Troye? What are you doing over there?" I asked, curious as to why he seemed so determined to type whatever he was.

"Just writing, don't worry about it." He said, blushing as he realized how stern he looked. He quietly closed his laptop, walked over to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I looked down into his big blue eyes that seemed to entrance me every time I came into contact with them

Tingles spread through my waist and back as his finger glided across them.

"Connah," He started. My breath hitched at his accent. "What if we just went to sleep early tonight? I'm tired and I'm not that hungry. I guess I just had a big day."

"Of course, let me go and put everything away. I'll be there in a minute, cute thing." I said, smiling at the fact that this was the first time I would stay in a proper bed sleeping next to Troye. I didn't think the couch counted, since all we did was eat junk food and pass out. This was the real deal. As Troye disappeared around the corner and down the hallway, I emptied the bubbling water into the small, marble sink that was filled with other dirty dishes and put pots away. The cheese went back into the refrigerator as the noodles went back into the cupboard.

I love Joe's kitchen, since it reminded my of home. I had a similar, modern feel to the house like his, and everything was so clean and pristine from the floor, to the sink, to the potted plants that made the room look and smell so fresh. After making sure my laptop was plugged in and the lights were off, I too walked down the narrow hallway to the bathroom. Troye wasn't in there, so I knew he was already in the bedroom.

I twisted the knob that made the water run, brushed my teeth, and scrubbed my tongue. It may come in handy. Then, I washed my face and went straight to bed since I was already wearing pajamas.

Troye was all cuddled up under layer upon layer of blanket, and I had to admire him. I loved seeing him in this moment, where his hair was a bit messy, his face had a couple of blemishes that I didn't mind, and he was just wearing a baggy pair of sweatpants with no shirt. Only at your truest form are you at your most beautiful form. Troye was just connecting his iPhone to his charger when he looked up at me.  

 "Goodnight Connah." He said as he winked at me and turned off the lights. I jumped in and snuggled up against him. Goodnight, Troyeboy.