We lie for a moment in silence, our breath syncing, when he whispers to me.
“You need to sleep.”
“No. You’ll be gone when I wake up,” I say, even though I can barely keep my eyes open.
I’ve been awake for more than twenty-four hours.
“I’ll be right here, I promise,” he whispers.
“If you’re not, I’ll mix up all your books, put them in the wrong order, and reorganize your weapons, you freak,” I mumble, already drifting off, his body shaking with quiet laughter beneath me.
?
My body wakes up, shooting up because my bed is empty.
I fucking knew it.
I rub my eyes open and look around, panicking. Anxiety starts to fill my lungs while I don’t see him anywhere. I quickly look for my panties, but they are nowhere to be found, so I just go to some drawers and take one of his pairs of shorts, tie it so it fits me, and grab the first T-shirt I see. I crack open the huge door and march out of the suite, my feet freezing on the cold marble floor when I smell food.
Jesus, I didn’t eat for so long.
I follow the smell to the kitchen to find Adrien with his hand around Kasien’s shoulders, telling him something while Kasien’s putting some food on a plate, with more plates already prepared on the big tray.
Adrien is wearing some gym shorts and black hoodie, his curly hair in havoc as always. Kasien is wearing just grey sweatpants, his naked back to me, making me weak in my knees.
I clear my throat and cross my hands over my chest, when they both turn around.
The sweetest smile appears on both of them as they see me. Did they ever see themselves together? It feels like Christmas.
“You promised, and you were gone,” I accuse him and smirk, but Adrien is already right in front of me, taking a strand of hair out of my face.
“I’m right here, Troubles, don’t worry.”
As soon as he finishes, a wooden ladle swooshes through the air and smacks into him. He curses, clutching his head, swearing under his breath.
Kasien appears right behind him with a tray full of food in one hand, two coffees in the other, and two forks in his mouth.
“Fuck off, Adrien,” he mumbles with the cutlery in his mouth, and I can’t hold the laugh in.
He gestures for me to get back to his suite, then follows with all the food.
We lie on the bed and eat, staring at each other all the time, smiling like idiots. He looks so fucking irresistible. I’m lying on my side by the headboard of the bed as he sits on the other side by the end of it, the food spread out between us.
“You know, you look cute doing such domestic stuff as making breakfast,” I say with a flirty voice.
“You look cute doing literally anything, mainly panicking about what to wear on a date.” He winks at me and gives me that sly smile as I take a grape and throw it at him.
Fuck, he actually saw that.
Warmth spreads over my face.
“Gotcha—so it was a date!” I give him a winning smirk.
“It wasn’t,” he shakes his head.
“You just said that.”
“I probably messed up your hearing with all that fucking.”
