Troye's pov
With amiable grins, Jacob and I march out into the cold, seven am sharp, with our postcards in hand. It was quite a simple task, just walking to the post office and sending our letters off, but Jacob let me think it was a quest. I appreciate that. He linked an arm around mine and puffed out his chest, quite literally marching to the post office. It was terribly goofy, but soon enough I found myself mirroring him, finding some twisted kind of power in doing it.
We goofed and giggled our way in the post office and out within ten minutes and I then took Jacob out to eat. The two of us got yummy croissants and a cuppa to split, only having the spare few pounds Dad left lying around. He gives me a fair amount every week but the week is almost over and I already spent most of my money on a fancy dinner for Jacob and I two days ago.
After we got our food, we decided to bring it with; the place being completely packed on this Saturday morning. So I decided we could trail down a bit of River Thames, and so we did. We skipped past the spare people walking by with bland expressions sewn to their faces while ours were masked with cheery smiles that showed our pearly sets of teeth. We must have looked insane, miserably in love (or at least on a lot of drugs), to say the least, but neither of us seemed to care. We just kept skipping along until our feet got tired, it being eleven am by then. And so we turned around and made our way back, sighing happily as we entered the flat I think we've nearly officially opened up to Jacob as home.
I hope he feels at home.
"Say, Jacob, do you... I don't know, do you feel comfortable here?" I stammer, looking up at the bright-eyed boy.
He shrugs and nods, walking over to the fairly large window by the front door and pulling the curtains back, brightening up the room.
"Yeah," He mutters.
I nod and roll my heels against the wood floors.
"Do you- would you... ugh, okay. What would you say to... living here?" I ask nervously, holding my hands behind my back.
Jacob turns to me and smiles so great his eyes crinkle the slightest.
"I mean all of my belongings are still at Angelina's and stuff, but yeah, I'd love that... if Shaun is okay with it, too."
"We've already spoken about it, he said he'd love for you to live here and I also told him about your stuff. We can go get it whenever you want, but you're not going alone." I explain, nearing towards him and pulling him close, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He rolls his eyes for declaring he not go alone and sets his oddly tan arms on my shoulders.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart." He mumbles in my ear, kissing the skin next to my ear and down to my jaw.
The skin he's kissing his way up to tints pink, making me want to fall to the ground in both adoration and exhaustion. He physically exhausts me with what he does... I love it.
He finally presses his lips to my patient lips and slowly opens his mouth, making me mirror his actions and join him to a slow, open-mouthed kiss. It surely would've been terribly obscene if we were in bed again, sharing dirty kisses, but we're out in the open. We're in open waters, just off the coast of the shallow end, we're not in the deep. We're not trying to make anything of the sweet kiss, we're melting into each other like snow to warm skin.
We're just kissing.
...
"Troye?" Jacob asks later in the evening. Later as in one am. I assumed Jacob was asleep, spooning me with shallow breaths, but I was just proven wrong by the boy whispering. He surely knows I'm awake, I've stopped taking my melatonin all together. It fails to do its job, there's no point taking something if it doesn't work. But don't object so quickly, Dad scheduled for me to go see a 'psychiatrist' tomorrow morning. Crazy, he can be. Thinking I need mental help just because I get upset easily. But Mum practically made him promise to get it done, me quitting taking my over the counter medication pushed him to actually schedule the appointment. I don't need mental help, I just need to arrange a better sleeping schedule.
