It's Complicated (Troyler)

Happily Ever After?

*Tyler's POV*

Five months after the last chapter

"Ty." I smirked into the pillow, knowing very well Troye's level tone would vanish when I didn't wake up for him. We did this nearly every morning, one of us trying to wake the other up, but it never seemed to get old. Maybe it was because we'd use different methods every morning, or maybe just because it was Troye in general, but it was always the best way imaginable to wake up in the morning. Well, aside from that one time he'd dumped water on my head. 

"Tyler! You have that important meeting and you told me to make sure you aren't late for it." He pleaded, his familiar whiny tone that always came after the first effort. He crawled up the bed, straddling the small of my back as he rubbed out the kinks in my shoulders. Despite my efforts to remain more or less lifeless and make my sleeping believable, a satisfied moan escaped my lips. He snickered knowingly, and I could almost hear the smirk on his lips. 

"Please wake up, baby." He cooed, kissing down my spine. I squirmed underneath of him, knowing if he carried on like this there would be absolutely no way I'd be making it to my meeting on time. He eventually fell off, landing in the bed next to me. When he didn't try to bug me at all in the next minute I began to get suspicious, scrunching my eyebrows like a grumpy bear as I looked out at him. He was laying beside me with his eyes closed, and if I hadn't known any better I would have thought he'd fallen asleep, but I did know better. I had spent the last five months memorizing every single aspect of the boy, especially what he looked like when he slept. He was definitely not sleeping, possibly thinking?

"What are you thinking about?" I purred, scooting closer to him despite the nagging morning wood reminding me I couldn't get too close without getting carried away. He opened a single eye, eyeing me scrutinizing. 

"What time's your meeting at?"

"Ten." I replied simply, never taking my eyes off of his face. He groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead over-dramatically. 

"So, no romantic shower rendezvous?"

"Oh god, don't tempt me." I groaned, burying my face into his chest. He took a deep breath, ruffling up my messy hair. I closed my eyes, concentrating solely on the rhythmic beating of his heart. It had grown to be almost an addiction, listening to his heartbeat. I fell asleep to it every night, and their wasn't a sound in the world that could calm me down quite like it. Well, aside from him serenading me, but he tended to be a little nervous about that still and I wasn't in the business of forcing him into anything he didn't want to do. Though, if I had it my way, he'd be singing to me every second of every day.

"Fine, but you had better not make any plans for later tonight, it's 'us' time." He said finally, like he'd just now managed to get himself under control and accept there would be no getting carried away this morning. I lifted my head slowly, locking eyes with him sleepily.

"Troye, basically every second of every day is 'us' time. When was the last time we actually went out anywhere aside from work related places?"

"Are you complaining?" He said, his eyes wide with fake-shock as he slapped a hand over his heart. I didn't take his teasing as lightly as I should have though, immediately squeezing his hand and blurting a response.

"No!" He giggled slightly at my urgency, running his thumb along my hand. I bit my lip, trying ever so desperately to ignore just how dark his eyes were. Troye may have been my alarm to wake up, but it was getting to the point I would be needing an alarm to get me away from Troye.

"No. No, of course not." I mumbled aimlessly, suddenly too far lost in his eyes to form coherent sentences. Damn it, why did he still have this effect on me after so long? He definitely liked it though, considering the cheeky smile that had enveloped his face since my stuttering. I was about to pout and tell him to cut it out, when he flipped us without any warning, leaving me pinned to the mattress underneath him. Before I could utter out even the slightest of warnings his lips were on mine, his tongue sloppily begging for entrance. I knew I should deny it, should get out of bed and get my butt into the shower, but of course that isn't what I did. I opened my mouth, and I might have laughed at how eager he was to slip his tongue in, had I not been just as into it as he was. It was a lazy kiss, considering we both knew the consequences if it got any more heated.