Ruin (boyxboy)

Three Weeks

Words aren't really coming at this point. I mean I knew he was basically a billionaire but…everything seems so normal so wonderful. I feel like I'm waiting for the ball to drop. Why do I keep feeling that way?

-Alan-

Overwhelmed didn't even begin to describe how I felt. I had my own bathroom, with a rain shower, heated tile, a heated towel rack, a flat screen TV. I mean seriously, I could go on and on.

 I even Facetimed Uncle Jo so he could see everything. He gasped like I knew he would. Pretty soon I had Uncle Jo, my aunt, and their two dogs, all gaping at the iPhone screen as I slowly did a panoramic shot of the bathroom.

 Wow, how lame, I was actually taking pictures of someone else's bathroom like a complete and total stalker.

"Can I move there?" Uncle Jo asked.

 Aunt Sofie swatted him across the chest while he chuckled and asked again. The dogs barked. I missed them. Before I knew it, I started to get emotional.

 What had I been thinking these past two years? Locking myself in my room to grieve when I had a family waiting outside the whole time.

 "You okay?" Uncle Jo asked when I took him off Facetime and pressed the phone to my ear.

 "Yeah." I sighed. "Just really thankful for you guys. I love you."

 "We love you too, kiddo. Now, get off the phone and take lots of pictures so I can live through you, okay?"

 "Deal." I laughed and said goodbye, hanging up the phone and walking around my giant bedroom. It had a deck that overlooked the Puget Sound. It was also bigger than five of my rooms back home.

 It had a large over-stuffed bed, and I'm pretty sure if I snapped my fingers an iPod would turn on.

 A knock sounded on the door and then it opened.

 "Good thing I wasn't changing." I joked as Austin stepped in.

 "Damn." He grinned. "I was hoping I'd catch you unaware."

 "Clever."

 He stalked toward me. "I thought so."

 I turned my attention back to the water. The view was so pretty, and for it being Thanksgiving it wasn't all too cold outside.

 Austin went and took a seat in one of the deck chairs and then patted his knee. I shook my head no.

 He smiled. Seriously that's all it took. One smile and I was putty, absolutely useless against his magic man powers.

 With a heavy sigh — you know, to show my disapproval at his manipulation — I sat on his lap and leaned back against his chest.

 "Thank you," he whispered into my hair after a few silent minutes, "for coming with me."

 "Pretty sure it should be me thanking you." I linked my hands in his. "And thanks for being my boyfriend for two weeks."

 He tensed.

 "What? You did say two weeks, right?" I elbowed him in the ribs. "I mean, you're throwing me a bone. That's it, right?"

 "No." He turned me in his lap. "No bone, no pity dates. I want you…" His hand caressed my face gently, his fingertips grazing my skin and then pulling back as if the contact was too much for him to handle. "I like you a lot."

 "So… the two weeks is up for discussion?" I joked.

 He swallowed, staring into my eyes as if searching for something, "I'll tell you what…" His voice cracked. "I'll give you as much time as I have."