Steam Punk Goggles and Ink Stained Hands

SHANE’S POV

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Waking up in Drew’s arms really was something I felt I could do for the rest of my life; his t-shirt was soft and warm against my face and smelt like him. It was very comforting.

“Hey, sweetie” his voice was thick like honey from where he’d only just woken up as he hugged me close to him.

“Good morning” I replied, nuzzling into his nose into his neck and tangling my legs with his.“Mmmm, I could wake up like this every day”.

“Well that’s good, because I don’t plan on letting you go” the giggle which accompanied the sentence made my grin like a Cheshire Cat and I couldn’t help but roll us over so he was laying on top of me.

“Hi there” the kiss he gave me after that sweet, gentle and closed mouthed (because let’s face it, we both had morning breath and it was more pleasant for both of us). When we parted, I couldn’t help but stare into his hazel eyes that were just centimetres from my own.

I really couldn’t believe I got to not only be the boyfriend of this amazing man, but live with him as well. He was, in all senses of the word, perfect.

Lazily, we crawled out of bed at a slow pace and started to get dressed and ready for the day. Despite it being a Monday, we didn’t have to go to school – today was the first day of our mid-term break, meaning we had a week off from attending that centre of boredom.

“So what do you want to do today, baby?” Drew asked as he pulled a shirt over his head, shaking his hair adorably like a wet dog after. Sitting on his, well, I guess it’s now our bed, I looked around for inspiration before my eyes landed on a box in the corner.

“Is that a puzzle?” I questioned, clambering back off the bed to go and retrieve the box. As I focused on the blue and red box on the floor, I realised it was indeed a four hundred piece Spiderman puzzle – something I hadn’t necessarily expected Drew to own.

A hint of pink dusted his cheeks as he walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and sliding his hands into the front pockets of my jeans.

“Maybe…” he hummed, dragging out the ‘e’ before stretching up to kiss the back of my neck.

“Aw, that’s adorable! Hey, maybe that’s what we can do today! We can just stay at home and chill out and just be with each other” I suggested, turning around so that I could take hold of his tiny waist and lift him off the ground.

Instinctively, his legs wrapped around my waist as I used the hand not supporting him to pick up the puzzle box.

“That sounds great, Shaney” Drew’s agreement was all I needed to set off out of the bedroom and head down to Drew’s lounge. Once my bare feet felt soft carpet, I gently placed the puzzle box on the floor – making sure not to drop Drew – and wandered over to the sofa.

Spinning around slowly, I sat down on the couch with Drew on my lap; it’s so amazing, in the last couple of weeks I’ve gone from being a loner living with an abusive mother to being the boyfriend of an amazing person and living with him.

“Drew, you have no idea how lucky I feel to have you. You’ve changed my life, thank you so much” I whispered in his ear, kissing it gently before and after I spoke as my hands gently caressed his sides.

“Right back at you, Shane. I’m going to be cheesy and cliché and say that you complete me, because it’s true” his giggle really endeared me; I wanted to hear his laugh every day.

“Well, does that mean we can be a cheesy couple and do a puzzle together?” when he nodded, we re-located to the floor and opened the box up, tipping the pieces onto the floor.

Drew immediately sat between my legs and -because he’s smaller than me - when we both stretched our legs out in v-shapes, mine were still longer than his.

“Start from the corners?” he suggested, twisting round slightly to look at me with a smile.

“Start from the corners” I agreed, content to spend the day with the gorgeous boy in my arms.

The atmosphere was perfectly peaceful for only a few minutes, when the shrill ringing of my mobile interrupted us. Drew looked at me in confusion while I stared at my phone screen with worry; Drew and I both knew I was no social butterfly, meaning there was only one person that could be calling me if Drew was already in my lap – my mother.