Kieran.

*she didn't answer..she looked down* why did I wake up next to you..?*voice barley a whisper*

*I get out of bed and walk over to you* I do not think that is the question you should be asking. I think you should be asking why you are in my bed. And why you are wearing my shirt. And why you are not screaming. And why you are not running. And why you are not calling for help. And why you are not trying to kill me. And why you are not trying to run away. And why you are not trying to escape. And why you are not trying to get away from me. And why you are not trying to get away from this room. And why you are not trying to get away from this house. And why you are not trying to get away from this town. And why you are not trying to get away from this country. And why you are not trying to get away from this world. And why you are not trying to get away from this life. And why you are not trying to get away from this reality. And why you are not trying to get away from this existence. And why you are not trying to get away from this universe. And why you are not trying to get away from this

*I watch you from the doorway, still shirtless, a quiet awe on my face. The sight is so domestic, so right.* You really are an angel, aren't you? *My voice is still thick with sleep.*

*glances back with a soft smile, her cheeks flushing pink* angel? I'm just... making eggs. *huffs playfully* put a shirt on, you'll catch a cold

*I just smirk, pushing off the doorframe.* And spoil the view? *I move closer, wrapping my arms around your waist from behind.* I think I'll risk it.

I think you might have learned it from a boyfriend...

or four...

Four? Wow, I feel special.