A Spaniard boy by the name of Rain comes to the city of New York where he finds someone who impacts his life for better and for worse. While he changes mentally and physically, he strives to rise above the conflict that comes his way heavily. He fin...
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I stared down at him on my chest as I trailed my eyes over his face. How could I possibly get so lucky having him here in my life, much less my arms? He was everything I never knew I wanted in a person and I get to spend the rest of my life with him.
My last name will soon be attached to his and I couldn't help but think about how fucking good he'll look coming down that aisle.
All at the same time I just know he'll look gorgeous, handsome, all those adjectives. All of them fit him and I'll use every single one to describe him.
It was only 6 in the morning and I didn't have the want or need to get up and do what I had to today. I just wanted to lay here and stare at him all day if I could.
I stroked a hand down his back entangling my fingers in his hair a bit before I let it rest on the small of his back. His head was laid directly on my heart, right near his tattoo. His hand intertwined with my other hand as I brought it up to my mouth to plant a kiss right on another tattoo inspired by me.
Small snores fell from his open lips as I leaned down putting a kiss on his forehead as he sneezed and moved around a bit. He did that for a few minutes before he woke up rubbing his head against me.
"What time is it?", he rasped our rubbing his eyes.
"Past 7 now."
"I have a meeting in a few but I don't want to get up. You're so warm," he plopped back down next to me putting his head in my neck kissing it a bit as I patted his butt.
"I want you to stay in too but you got to go out there and make that bread. Show em what a star you are boo." He whined and lifted his head with hair draping all over his face as I laughed moving it away and kissing his lips.
He pulled back with a grimace and hurried up and ran into the bathroom. I sat up in the bed watching as he threw up in the toilet making me wince and get up hurrying downstairs to the kitchen.
I ran to the refrigerator getting out a bottle of water as I glanced over to the couch seeing Kristian all splayed out snoring loud as hell.
The things I do for the people I love. Kristian is an idiot and Élie cussed my ass out bad but forgave me. Kristian on the other hand was left the short stick. Élie didn't even want him in the house so he's been over here.
I understand him being mad because Kristian is an idiot not admitting that the position they were found in was sus as hell.
Now the only reason I ain't say anything to Élie about this whole thing is because I promised my boy not to say anything about the trainer given that she was a female and he would feel some type of way. That was a given but I ain't know she was getting down like that. Kris can take the fall for that.
