Golden Heart

(12) Time to relax

Warning: Mature content for themes around self-harm, strong language, drugs, alcohol and sex will be mentioned in the story. 

Golden Heart

When Miles left the bathroom, he was wearing boxers, a white shirt and baggy jeans. He was holding a towel which he used to dry his hair, barefoot and patting through the living room over to Alice who was still lying on the sofa. Alice turned her head and watched him sit down in one of the armchairs, sill drying his black curls with the towel. She watched him as he was doing so, a smile spreading across her lips at the face he was making. He then threw the towel to the floor and leaned back, folding his hands over his belly and letting out a sigh. 

"Don't forget to bring that towel back to the bathroom when you stand up." Alice laughed. He looked at her and chuckled under his breath, shaking his head at her. She chuckled too, turning so she was lying on her side, facing the fireplace. Miles watched her. 

"Who are you?" He asked. "My mom?"

"Sometimes I feel like that," she laughed. "Because sometimes you really act like a five year old kid. And someone has to tell you, we don't want this cabin to become a mess."

"First of all," he raised his finger, placing his other hand over his heart. "I very mature and take responsibility for everything. Second of all, I think you are the five year old here."

She laughed, shaking her head. It had gotten a little darker outside, Alice guessed it was afternoon now. The sun was going to set very soon. It was still pouring outside, she could hear the pitter patter against the windows. 

Both of them were already starting to get a little tired. Alice knew that the bed was big enough for both of them but the thought of sleeping with him in one bed seemed weird to her. She insisted that he'd sleep in the bed and she'd sleep on the sofa. But of course she already knew that he wasn't going to let her sleep on the sofa. Because despite being rude a lot of times he loved to act like a gentleman sometimes. 

"So," Alice looked at him, noticing that he was trying his best not to fall asleep, his eyes half open. "Who's going to sleep in the bed and who's going to sleep on the sofa?" She asked, straight out. He shrugged. 

"I don't care," he said, widening his eyes in an attempt to keep them open and letting a wicked grin spread across his face. He studied his hands and looked at his short fingernails. Even though he had the habit of chewing on them they didn't look as bad as you'd expect them to. Sure, the skin around his fingernails was torn and didn't look very appealing. But his hands still had something on them that made them look so dainty, delightful. Almost beautiful. 

"I can sleep on the sofa," Alice said, brining him back to reality. "I don't mind. The sofa is very comfortable, you can sleep on the bed if you want."

He looked back at her and shook his head. Of course. "No," he said, grinning at her like he always did. She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile a little. He was so charming and somehow always found a way to make her smile over his stupid grin. "I will not let you sleep on the sofa. You'll sleep on the bed. And don't even try to argue with me!"

"You just said you don't care who sleeps where," she laughed. 

"You won't sleep on the sofa though! I will!"