Cerulean Heart (Polyfidelity) (MxMxW) (In progress)

14.

He paused, "You won't tell anybody? Not even Ambrose right. I wanna be the one to tell people, on my own terms. Even if I know he won't react like our parents did I just-"
Lúa covered his mouth with her small hand, "you don't have to tell me if your not ready to talk about it. And for the record, I won't even tell God if you ask me not to."
"I flirt a lot with girls and stuff but... I'm gay."

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Lúa sat hauled up in her room working on the higher up models outfits, Aleksei's being the most time consuming. They literally had the man dressed like a demon, 7 of the 14 world renowned models styled after deadly sins. Lúa would never admit it out loud but she'd been glad he got picked for lust because she could definitely dress the man up sluttily with ease. Though the image might not be too good for her poor poor heart.

Somewhere among the pile of paper laid Lúa, she wasn't sure she when fell asleep but thank heavens the small pool of drool on the table didn't manage to reach the important sketches or notes about the where and how's for each design.

She leisurely began to pack away her work material and felt her stomach rumble. After her bonding moment with Myron they'd switched into a round of more broad questions, Myron being relentless even then. The boys questions could range from 'why does it rain in October?' to 'what is your purpose in life?', both absolutely confusing for Lúa.

Finally when he'd fallen asleep she managed to get in some work, but she'd been so caught up she didn't pay attention to the time. And there she was, fully awake at around 3 in the morning. In her same clothes from yesterday.

She snatched up a nightie and a pair of slippers, a fuzzy head band to keep her hair out her face and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

The stairs didn't even creak under the weight of Lúa as she tip toed to the kitchen, to her surprise the light was already on. She rounding the arch to find Ambrose sleeping in a small puddle of drool at the kitchen table . She couldn't help but to let out a little snort.

She rounded the table to gently shake his arm, "You shouldn't sleep in the kitchen Ambrose."

He groggily looked up at her, glazed eyes as he wiped the sides of his mouth. "Huh- What time is it?"

Lúa shrugged, "around 4 or 5 I don't know. Why aren't you in the room with Aleksai and Emil? Got put in the dog house?"

Ambrose shook his head, "I accidentally locked the door and I didn't want to bother waking them up when we have to get up early."

Lua thought the man really was like a dog, a golden retriever to be exact. Sweet, but sometimes a little dull. She sighed and thought hard for a moment before sighing again. "Alright. Come on." She grabbed the sleepy mans large hand in her own smaller one pulling his confused form away from the table.

"This act of kindness stays between me and you got it?" She said slightly glaring at Ambrose, who took a few more seconds to comprehend her comment.

She watched the man perk up like he drank a cup of coffee and groaned, "No no no, where the hell did your sleepiness go?"

Ambrose grinned mischievously, "sorry, I must've left it it in the kitchen."

"Maybe I should've left you there too" Lúa grumbled as they made their way up the stairs.

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Don't push it."

Ambrose chuckled happily, and Lúa secretly noted that the sound was becoming very familiar and comforting.

"Can we cuddle?" He furthered.

"... shut up."

Ambrose took that as a yes slinging the woman up and over his shoulder as he bulldozed the rest of the way to the woman's room. Completely disregarding her cursing his existence in Galician and whacking his back half heartedly.