Even If Forever Doesn't Work

II

The Move In

I woke up early today, I got up still in my Pj's and went out the room.

Edward was still asleep on the couch. Since they only had a sofa bed I figured it wouldn't hurt offering Edward the couch. He was still sleeping, I can hear quiet snores coming from him. He was snuggled up in the duvet. I walk past the living room straight to the kitchen. I whipped up breakfast for him and I.

I was cooking when I heard the chair scratching off the hardwood floors. I turn and Edward was there.

He was in his topless glory, pulling out a chair, still rubbing the sleep off of his eyes. He had this scrunched up face. My heart was squeezing at the sight.

"Good morning." He said, his voice still hoarse.

Ok, calm down. How can I calm down?! There's a topless British man here who just greeted me with the sexiest raspy voice! Look at that stomach!

"Good morning!" I say quickly, snapping out of my train of thoughts. I could practically feel my face turning red.

He smiles, his face squinched-up. He sits down and rubs his face with his hands.

"I cooked breakfast." I declare.

"Yeah, the bacon woke me up." He jokes.  "By the way, thank you for letting me sleep here. The duvet was so snuggly." He says.

"Don't mention it." I say.

I serve him the meal and he just smiles that adorable full faced grin, and mutters another thank you.

After the meal I freshened up and put on some casual clothes on. After I used the bathroom Edward came in. He did the same and we ended up sat on the couch watching a bit of tv.

"Wanna get some coffee?" I asked.

"Sure."

We go out the apartment and headed down to the cafe nearby.

"This one's on me." He said as we went in the shop. I tried to decline but he just shushed me off.

He got me a nice cup of coffee and a chocolate chip muffin. We sat at a table face to face, just the two of us.

"So is this how you spend mornings? When you're not working?" He asks.

"Yeah, sometimes I go for a walk in the park, or maybe even jog." I answer. He replies with a shrug of understanding.

He then turns to rest his chin on his hand, his elbow on the table. He smiles, he just smiles and looks. In return, I smile too.

"Hey! You lads are here too!" I turn to see Danny with Liam. "We were just going to grab coffee and go to the flea market, would you like to come with us, Richard?" Danny offers.

"Sure!"

The flea market, we were here to look at some pieces of furniture for the apartment. The place was filled with people. I was walking with Danny, looking at some nightstand and tables.

"Why the flea market?" I ask.

"Well, Liam likes things with a history. He absolutely hates mass produced furniture, he says it ruins the beauty of the design." Danny explains.