“I need to put on a shirt and you’re smearing your sticky snot all over my chest.”
Visha scowls pettily, snuggling closer to me once more and mutters under his breath, “I don’t mind. You smell good.”
“But I do.” I grab a tissue, so he can blow his nose. “Here.”
We head back to the bedroom where I slip into a simple white shirt while Visha doesn’t stop staring at me. I have a hard time figuring out what that boy thinks about on a daily basis. Sometimes he’s extremely expressive, yet other times he can be so secretive in the way his gaze follows my every movement like a cat.
“Feeling better now?”
“Why don’t you cuddle with me anymore?” he asks instead of answering my question and rubs his eyes as he battles fatigue.
And here I thought teenagers wanted to be independent.
“What do you mean? You literally refused to get your own bedroom and still sleep in my bed, isn’t that plenty?” I stare at him, baffled by his silly greed.
He crosses his arms over his chest, pouting like a kid. “You’d always cuddle with me before. Why not anymore?”
“What would you want me to do? Don’t tell me you want me to hug you while we sleep.”
His face lights up at the thought and he places both hands before him on the mattress. “I want exactly that!”
I can only sigh at the thought of having to cuddle this child because he’s throwing a tantrum.
“I guess I can’t refuse you such a simple demand. You never ask for anything anyway.” I give in and settle down on my side of the bed. I push the covers aside and lay down underneath while Visha sits on his knees and observes me from the opposite side.
As much as he can be an angel, he’s also a little gremlin, needy for affection. “Come here.”
I spread my arms, holding the blanket up for him to lay down underneath. He beams and doesn’t hesitate before sliding under the cover and into my arms. He rests his head on my chest and wraps his arm around my waist. It’s a bit weird but not unpleasant. It feels akin to sleeping with a puppy.
I bend my left arm to pet his head and lull him to sleep. Visha lets out a soft groan and buries his face into my chest.
“Comfortable?”
“Very.”
“Good, then sleep well.” I close my eyes and quickly drift to sleep. Today has been exhausting.
32
Visha
Fuck, I’m hard.
Obviously, I never intended that to happen! It’s just that he looked so beautiful today, and I hate the way he ditched me for stupid Jason. What good is he anyway? He’s old and mean. I get that they’re family but still he’s an asshole.
But mostly, it’s due to my thoughts being all over the place and my body coping in strange ways.
I wanted to cuddle with Aoi like we used to, nothing more. How was I supposed to know that my body would have a mind of its own and fuck me over like that?
His breathing is steady and rhythmic. He always falls asleep easily as if he’s constantly tired and I often suspect it’s my fault. Since he took me in three years ago, he had to take up a second part time job to feed an additional mouth.
Aoi gave up his student life for me and instead of hanging out with other young adults he spends most of his time catering to my needs. I can’t complain because I love it. Being his priority sends pools of pride and joy bursting inside me, and I fucking adore it but, does he?
His life would be so much easier without me. I don’t see why he still keeps me around.
Aoi has long and thick lashes and I have to resist the urge to touch them. His face is absolutely perfect. A small nose, full lips and defined yet plump cheeks. He has almond shaped eyes andsoft freckles spreading across his nose. They’re barely noticeable unless you’re inches away from his face.
His body’s slender but still muscular. He doesn’t work out because he doesn’t have time, but he still somehow manages to keep his body fit. His skin is as pale as snow, and I noticed a couple of moles in different areas. He has one on his nape, one on his collarbones and two on his inner thighs.
