บททั้งหมดของ Love You As You Are : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Me: Wear something nice today, sweet boy. I need something to look forward to. I stared at the screen for a good minute or two before dragging myself out of bed. I’m almost to the bathroom door when my phones beeps with an incoming message. The race back to the bed is ridiculous but I don’t bother looking into it. Sweet Boy: Does something good include a certain white lace piece I got yesterday? “Fucking hell,” I jumped, spinning on the spot. Why did I fucking think Miles was innocent? Sweet Boy: My work clothes are pretty basic. Unless you want me to spice it up a little bit. My fingers are fumbling on the screen faster than I can think of my next response. Me: Humour me, sweet boy. When he doesn’t answer after a minute, I decided to hit the shower. I let the water run while I did my morning routine. Looking down at my morning wood, I groaned. “You better behave today.

I’m jolted awake when a phone rings somewhere around me. I blinked my eyes open, coming face to face with a sleeping Indra, nestled into my chest. I looked around at the bright unfamiliar room. When my mind finally registered where I was, I groaned, turning to my nightstand where my phone is still ringing. “Miles,” Indra’s muffled voice murmurs silently. “Phone,” “I got it,” I said reaching for it. It’s just a little after three and when I see Mr Stark’s name on the screen, my confusion intensified. “Hello?” I answered as quietly as I can. “Hey,” he says softly. “I’m sorry. I woke you up,” he said. “Is there something wrong?” I inquired, shifting a little. Indra moved away from me so I could sit up. “No, uh…” I frowned at the hesitating in his voice. “Everything’s fine. I’m just, uh,” there’s silence for a few moments and for a moment, panic grips me thinking he’d been attacked or so

“Hi Gogo,” I greeted quietly, sitting down on the grass. I brushed away all the dead leaves and dirt, cringing at how I’d made a mistake of not coming here sooner. “Sorry I haven’t visited you in two months,” I said, swallowing back a lump in my throat. “Things have been…hectic lately,” I said taking out the old, withered flowers from the vase, replacing them. “Not to worry though. It’s nothing I can’t handle though,” I said smiling as I sat back down when the tombstone looked as presentable as possible. “I miss you Gogo,” I admitted quietly. “Things were so much easier and peaceful when you were with me,” “They know,” I said quietly. “They found me, and they know who I am,” I picked at the hoodie strings. “My father wants me dead, apparently,” I let out a humourless laugh. “I don’t even know why. It’s not like I’m a threat to him, you know,” “It’s crazy, isn’t it grandma?” I looked at her grave, a heavy feeling settling in my chest. I mis

“So,” I willed myself to relax as Mr Stark kissed my bare skin. I swallowed back a moan, gripping the sides of the table. “You’re telling me that you adopted someone as old as you?” I laughed, moaning when he nipped my sensitive area. “I didn’t adopt him,” I corrected, finally wrapping myself around him. “I’m just his legal guardian,” I breathed out, struggling to explain when he’s making me feel so good. I was already damping my panties. “They deemed him unsafe and dangerous at the orphanage. I had to pull some strings to get them to let him to stay. He had nowhere else to go. Part of the deal was finding him a legal guardian and since I was eighteen, I did it,” I cussed under my breath, my whole-body tingling from the sensation his lips provided. He pulled back all too soon, eyeing me with a glint in his eyes. I couldn’t decipher what it meant, but it made me feel tingly, nonetheless. “You are amazing, you know that?” he says quietly that I can’t help but gas

I’m just coming out of the shower when I hear the door shutting softly. My face stretched into a smile when my eyes find Miles, leaning against the door, his eyes glued to my naked torso. I see him swallow and his eyes look up. He smiled, looking down. “Hey, you,” I said walking over to him. His eyes follow me until our bodies press against each other. His smile widened as he gently placed his hands on my chest, running them over my skin. I fought back a shiver, the gesture so innocence yet so intimate. “Hi,” his voice is thick with emotions. His eyes find mine then and I searched for whatever emotion dwells within them. I got a little too carried away about telling him I love him. For the remainder of the day, the nerves had kicked in. What if I was rushing him? What if he doesn’t love me the same way? I can’t afford to be heartbroken again. I was too eager to talk to him, but he’d been pulled by his family left, right and centre that I l