an:/ okay so this is my first time EVER writing smut so it is not the best but i tried, there will be more smut in this book ;) hope you enjoy this!
'amazing in every way'
smut warning
“Do you have everything?” my mother asks, I smile sadly to her; she is taking this goodbye just as emotionally as I am.
“Yeah,” I then follow her gaze to where Troye is standing. I realise that he is thinking deeply as his eyes close momentarily.
“You take such great care of him, he needs someone to look out for him and not just for sight,” my mother tells me in a soft whisper as she grasps my forearms. She does this to get my full attention, to listen to what she is saying, but mostly because I think she isn’t quite ready for me to go back to New York.
“Thanks mom,” I smile then to myself, it comforts me that my mom can see how much I am utterly gone for him, and that she approves of him.
“Troye, honey,” my mom says to him, he falls out of his personal reverie and turns to my mother’s voice.
She pulls him in gently then hugs him tightly; he returns it, resting his chin on her shoulder. My mom thinks she is being surreptitious, but I hear her soft whispering in Troye’s ear.
“Take care of my boy, he needs someone like you in his life; he adores you as do I, sweetheart. I am so glad I got to meet you,” Troye smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners adorably.
“Thank you,” he whispers back. “I will as best as I can.”
They pull apart and then my mom takes Troye’s hand, leading him to me and placing his small hand in my large one. My fingers curl entirely around his protectively while his squeeze mine in return.
…
Getting back to New York is filled with soft touches, whispers of sweet nothings and small conversations in between.
Troye tells me that my mom reminds him a lot of his own and that he hasn’t been so happy and felt so safe since he left his family back in Perth. My heart flutters.
I ask Troye if he wants to come to my place once he is done unpacking and spending some time with Bruno, he nods enthusiastically and leans his head onto my shoulder, the happy sigh that leaves his lips makes me feel that much more elated to have him as my own.
…
I have always been a procrastinator; I don’t unpack when we get home. It is almost six in the evening, the air is cold.
I am just unzipping my suitcase when I hear Troye walking through my door. My current good mood sky rockets.
I rush down the stairs, Troye hasn’t been to my apartment many times so he has no clue where he is going.
To me, he looks adorable as he stands with his arms hanging lamely at his sides and his face resembles some confusion as he tries to work out where he is.
“Jake?” he calls tentatively, a smile taking over his former expression. “I heard you come down the stairs, where are you?” he knows I am in the room. In fact, I know he knows I am a mere few feet away from him.
I keep quiet, a playful smirk on my face, as I stalk around the kitchen island.
I am thankful for leaving my socks on as my footsteps don’t make a sound.
“Oh so we are playing hide and seek are we?” he says playfully, his smile radiating, he lifts his arms as if he is trying to ware me off before I pounce on him.
