But, speaking of things hehaddone…
My God, he’d been adream. Nothing short of amazing, I’ll say. He’d done everything to make me feel at ease; to make things simpler for me in his condo.
The squad had helped him with my stuff, sure, but it’d beenhimwho’d done most of the arranging and organizing, whilst also looking after me.
He’d decided to clear out some space in his office so that he could install some racks for all my books and book merches.
He’d taken up a new housing project for a family that’d recently moved to Chicago and wanted to get their new apartment renovated, but had chosen to stay by my side instead of going to work himself. Taron and the crew were looking after the whole thing, and I knew my guy better than to argue with him over something that involved both meandhis job.
Because I knew he’d always pick me, no matter what.
Seriously, Myles was adream– perfect in every way that mattered to me.
He stirred, and then began mumbling something as he pressed himself closer to me. Even in his sleep, his arm around my waist tightened, which made me smile.
I turned my head so that I could look at him, and smiled wider as my eyes roamed over him.
His hair was a matted mess on his forehead, and his brown lashes touched the tops of his cheeks when his lids twitched a couple of times. He once more mumbled something I couldn’t understand, and his bare chest brushed my left shoulder when he again moved closer to me.
Thiswas the best part of living with him: getting to kiss him good night before bed, and then waking up next to him everymorning. It was a routine I knew I’d cherish forever, and also one I’d never get tired of.
Sunlight again filtered into the room through the closed glass window, and illuminated Myles’s side profile as he pressed his head further against his pillow.
I chuckled, I don’t know why, then leaned in, pressed a soft kiss on his brow, and touched my nose to his before closing my eyes again.
51. Feed Me
“Alright, I’m going to put you down now,” I told Rina. “You good?”
She nodded.
I bent, with her in my arms, and gently set her down on my – no,our– bed. “You good?” I asked again.
She nodded a second time, so I slowly removed my arms from under her, and then very lightly placed both my hands under her right calf. “Straighten your left leg,” I said to her, and when she did, I lifted her right leg and oh so gently placed it on the elevation pillow before looking at her. “You comfy?”
She smiled and gave me a thumbs up.
“Sure?” I confirmed.
Another thumbs up.
“Perfect.” I crawled up on the bed, then lied next to her before propping my head on a fist.
It’d been 10 days since Rina had moved in with me. I’d finished adjusting her things with mine last week, and I’d even started making minor tweaks in my office for some of her other things.Books, mostly.
It’d been a bliss having her with me 24/7, and so far, Miguel hadn’t knocked on my door and impaled me with that cane of his for stealing his granddaughter from him, so I guess I could count my blessings in that regard.
I cracked my neck and stretched my legs to relieve some of the stress there, then looked down at Rina, only to frown when I saw her staring at me with furrowed brows and a sullen expression on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She lifted a shoulder nonchalantly, but I saw the subtle purse of her lips, and silver lining her expressive eyes as if she was trying not to cry.
“Hey.” I dragged a knuckle over her chin and leaned in a little more. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” I said to her. “Because thereissomething you’re thinking about – I can see it. So don’t even try to deny it.”
She swallowed and grabbed her notebook and pencil from the nightstand.
Oh man, she waswritinginstead of signing. There really must be something that was bothering her.
