Chap 7:
We finally pulled up to a beautiful home, and I wasn't sure if I had just woken up or not. He was so comfortable, I might have fallen asleep.
"You're adorable when you're sleeping, love."
Yep. I was sleeping.
"Where are we?"
"My house."
"Oh Blaine, I'm hardly ready to meet your parents, I had zero time to get ready today, I look like a slob."
"Sshhh. Now for your information, you look stunning. And my parents are out of town."
I smiled. "P'shaw."
We walked into the house, and it was simply beautiful. Paintings everywhere, a white piano, a colourful kitchen. "This is beautiful, Blaine."
"Thank you." He sat on the couch and I joined him, almost scared to ruin the fabric. "Where are your parents?"
"My father's always away on business, I'm lucky to see him on Christmas, and my mother's probably gallivanting around Paris. (He says, in a French accent.)
"That sounds lonely."
He looks at me, smiles, and we begin to cuddle.
"I'm not lonely anymore, am I?" I looked at him, and we kissed again, with the whole day ahead of us, and the sun just coming out of it's hiding spot.