A Leaf In The Stream Of Creation (His Angel Boy)

Chapter 51: Keeping Mum.

~Leto~

I am awake but my eyes are still closed, staying still I feel the body of my boyfriend move next to me, wrapping his arms around me, snuggling up to my back in his sleep.

In these early mornings I often wake first, laying in our bed with him still sleeping while curling up to me, feeling so at peace and calm, like now that I have him properly for the first time and that no matter what nothing could go wrong now.

Turning around in his arms, I open my eyes to watch his beautiful sleeping face, no matter how many times I have watched him sleep I can never get enough.

Closing my eyes again, I shuffle down in the bed a bit more so that I can snuggle my head under his chin. After snuggling in, I give out a sigh of being complete and content, I feel sleepy again but knowing that today is Saturday and I said that I would go see my parents- well, my adoptive parents.

"Comfy?"

I smile, kissing the base of his throat.

"Good morning."

He groans as he holds me tighter in his arms.

"Do that again and you can say goodbye to sitting down for a week."

I giggle as I hit him on the chest, moving away a bit so I can look at him.

"Freddie! Do you have to be such a pervert this early in the morning?"

He pulls me towards him, resting his forehead against mine grinning.

"I love you."

My cheeks redden as I try to hide my face.

"Freddie..."

He chuckles to himself.

"Have you given any more thought about seeing your parents today?"

I sigh.

"Er, even though I don't want to see them, I suppose I better."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

I smile up at him, gently caressing his face.

"Would that be ok?"

He gives me a serious look.

"Angel, do you really think it wouldn't be?"

I feel nervous, avoiding his eyes.

"It's just that I'm going to have to talk about everything and I'm not sure if I want to."

He pulls my face up to meet his, pressing a soft kiss on my lips.

"If you don't want to talk about stuff, then don't."

I smile massively at him.

"Do that again."

"Do what?"