I still can't believe how you look next to me.

I'm yours so do what you please

Title credit:
Ghost town-black moon.

He helped me out of the car.

The brisk morning air smelled sweet and clear, it's been a long time since we've been back home, I've missed it dearly. I stepped on the the dewy grass and slowly made my way to the steps to the wrap around porch. I smiled at him as sweetly as possible. He opened front door to a full kitchen, the sight took my breath away.

It was fully furnished. It seemed to be the whole house already contained all of our belongings, with a few extra things. He took me up the winding staircase to a room at the end of the long hall.

I turned the crystal door knob to see a huge mahogany canopy bed, My cherrywood vanity, our huge TV mounted on the wall and the walls they were covered in pictures. The wall opposite our bed was just a huge window.

I danced around our room and screamed when I walked into our larger walk in closet.

My clothes and shoes were already inside.

I ran up to Austin and wrapped my body around him "Thank you, thank you, thank you a million times." He rubbed my back and kissed my cheeks.

He laid me on the bed and took off my shoes. He kissed my feet and rubbed the soles of my feet with his thumbs

*Austin's pov.*

"You need to rest, my little British crump."

"No I don't, Ever since I left Seattle all I've been doing is sleeping." He pouted.

I took off my shoes and layed next to him "Well, you haven't slept with me." I winked and pulled his dainty body in mine.

It was calming having him next to me again.

"Ahhh, I see." He kissed me and he was combing my hair with his long skinny fingers.

"Oliver, Will you marry me? Pleasssseee?" I whined and kissed his cute little lips.

"Austin, of course." He assured me, I buried my face in his neck and constricted my arms around his waist.

"Thank you, pumpkin." I muffled in his neck.

"Austin, can you run me a bath?" He sounded so cute and his soft spoken command made my heart flutter.

I lit a few candels in our private bathroom that was connected to our bedroom.

I made his bath warm and used one of his lush bath bombs.

I dialed the light down and called his name in. He was wearing a white silk robe that made him look like he belonged with the clouds. Like an Angel that turned down heaven to stay with me.

Just a few months ago that's what he was..

I studied his body as he dropped the robe to his feet. The bruises and scars have all faded, with the exception of the one on his hip. That scar would always be there.

He stepped in the bath and relaxed his back on the tub.

"You won't be joining me, love?",he broke me from the horrible memory.

I shook my head"No dear, just watching you." He blushed and submerged his shoulders in the water. I sat on the lid of the toilet.

He would so often pull his legs out and wash them.

He always had carried a personal grace with him, a constant preciousness.

I suppose that's what made me fall for him, not for just got absolutely breathtaking he was. How he carried himself, How smart he was, How manored and selfless he was. He is everything I could've hoped for.