Almost Crying
Chapter Four
"You're awake already," I note as I leave my bedroom. Gerard is sitting up on the couch, remote in hand. He glances away from the TV in my direction and grins.
"Nice hair," he teases.
"Fuck you," I grumble. I'm not a morning person. I make my way to the small kitchen that connects to my living room and he turns to me.
"Is that an offer?"
"No." I fill a bowl with the same cereal that he's eating and join him on the couch. He scoots close and rests his head on my shoulder, inhaling deeply.
"You smell good."
"You say that every time you stay over," I tell him, taking a bite of my cereal and keeping my eyes fixed on the TV. He sighs and kisses my neck softly. "I'm in love with you."
My gaze doesn't waver as I reach up to ruffle his hair. "I know."
"Nice hair," he teases.
"Fuck you," I grumble. I'm not a morning person. I make my way to the small kitchen that connects to my living room and he turns to me.
"Is that an offer?"
"No." I fill a bowl with the same cereal that he's eating and join him on the couch. He scoots close and rests his head on my shoulder, inhaling deeply.
"You smell good."
"You say that every time you stay over," I tell him, taking a bite of my cereal and keeping my eyes fixed on the TV. He sighs and kisses my neck softly. "I'm in love with you."
My gaze doesn't waver as I reach up to ruffle his hair. "I know."