Ronin (Ongoing)

Chapter Thirty One

Ronin is sleeping. I'm so tired that I might just join him but I don't. I'm secretly moving in with him so I don't want to wake him up yet. I quickly take a quick shower and change into a pair of shorts and one of his shirts. I had to shower with shampoo because apparently, this guy doesn't use soap.

I almost brought all my clothes and essential items along. He wouldn't even notice that I'm practically living with him. Boys are ignorant like that. They wouldn't know the difference if they are using a bar of dishwashing soap or a lavender-scented soap on their faces. In his case, soap instead of shampoo.

"Chey, what are you doing?"

I jump a little and close the closet before he could lurk inside it.

"Why are you such a light sleeper?"

I huffed out in frustration. I really don't like this. I couldn't even sneak out without him noticing me.

"Because I was trained to be aware of my surroundings twenty-four seven. So, even if you breathe in the same room as me I will know."

"Okay, whatever."

I kick the box of my shoes under the bed. My toiletries were all laid out on the floor. So, it's not like I could hide it any longer.

"Are you moving in, like right now?"

He looked at me suspiciously as if I was smuggling drugs into his apartment and not soap.

"Kinda. We talked about this yesterday. I don't want to live in the dorms when I can stay with you here."

"Don't you think this is a conversation we should have before you decided to unpack here? I mean I agreed that you should move in but not like a day after that."

He has a point. If this happened the other way around I would have panicked too.

"Am I being clingy? Especially the clingy after sex? Say something."

He gave me a once over. His eyes clouded and I lifted my shirt up to let him know that I was not naked beneath it. He rolled his eyes at me.

"Yes and yes but fine. Do whatever you want to do. Move in. It's going to happen eventually anyways so why not now?"

He went back to sleep and pulled the covers over his face.

"You have no idea how much I love you right now."

"You broke my dick. I can't say the same anymore."

He murmured from under the blankets. This is something I have to deal with as long as I live.

"Are you hungry, babe? Let me cook you something."

I tried to change the topic. Even though I'm not a Masterchef, I know how to YouTube and cook.

"Do you even know how to cook?"

He pulled the blanket off his face so he could read my face.

"Of course. I just like it when you cook, but since you can not right now I will do it happily."

He's smiling or maybe he's taunting me by giving me that smile. I walk out of the room and into the kitchen only to find nothing.

There is not a single eatable item inside the fridge or any cabinets. There is a waffle box but no waffle maker or any other utensils except some plates and spoons. The rest of the place is well furnished and looks like Ronin himself handpicked the furniture, but the kitchen is an exception. It's cold and dead. I walk back into the room and pick up my phone.

"What are you doing?"

"That's why you were smiling, right? You knew there is nothing cookable in this house of yours. This is a very irresponsible behaviour Ronin. I'm going to stock that kitchen later but right now I'm starving so pizza it is."