Maybe something inside Nolan echoes inside of me.
I don’t know how long they’ve got me out here for, but it’s not going to be long enough to wear Nolan down.
Nolan mumbles in his sleep like he did the last time we shared a bed. I listen for words, but they’re still all nonsensical at this point. The fire is still on in the bedroom that faces the Hollywood Hills. Lights glitter in the distance since the sun still has a while before rising. It had been surprisingly easy to get Nolan to fall asleep late last night. The key seems to be a warm lavender bath, a heavy make-out session, and then wrapping him in my arms like a feisty, tattooed burrito.
Not long after falling asleep, he pulled himself out of my embrace to flop on his stomach on the other side of the bed. Even in his sleep, he hates being touched without his permission. I can’t fault him because I’ve seen all the videosof fans grabbing him. Between fans, photoshoots, and tattoos… I’m starting to think that maybe Nolan doesn’t feel like his body belongs to him.
I carefully roll over onto my side to grab my phone. Dimming the brightness, I swipe through my notifications to land on my text chain with Eli.
Me: Are you up?
Eli: Sadly
Me: I think I’m already in too deep with Nolan
Eli: Uhmmm… Explain
Me: I don’t know! He makes me feel like someone else
Eli: ……………
Eli: Explain further
Me: I’m a total top with him
Eli: Okay
Me: I’m not usually THIS toppy
Eli: Sounds like you’ve got a fun dynamic going on idk bud
Eli: Is he still biting
Me: Yes
Me: Hard
Eli: Yikes
Eli: Bite back
Me: I DO
Eli: You should tell Jackson
Me: No, not yet. Just me and you for a while. Then I’ll tell Trevor.
Eli: IDK why you’re afraid of Jackson
Me: DADDY!
Eli: Gross
Eli: More like Papa
Me: Yeah true
Eli: gotta go sunshine
