(Here's the next chapter. Hope'll like it)
"You know I don't like it when you watch me sleep," Grantaire mumbled groggily as he opened one eye to peek up at his boyfriend. Enjolras lay close to him, face soft and warm, smiling. The sunlight streaming in from the window lit up his blonde curls and formed a perfect halo around his head. Grantaire smiled when Enjolras leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose and playfully pushed him away. "That's gross," he said, but he couldn't suppress his grin. He was so happy.
Enjolras chuckled. "I know, you always do it to me," he said quietly as he shifted a little closer and let his head rest on top of Grantaire's chest, curls tumbling cheerfully around his face. "And I know you don't like it… It's just that you look so darn cute when you're sleeping. I can't help it."
Grantaire laughed, brought his arms up and draped them around Enjolras' body. He kissed the top of his boyfriend's head and pulled him a little closer. He was still not used to this. Waking up without a hangover and with this beautiful God in his arms. It must be what heaven feels like. Grantaire let out a deep sigh and drew tiny circles with his fingers on Enjolras' back. He could stay like this forever. "Do you have to leave this morning?" he asked quietly, crossing his fingers and hoping the answer would be negative.
Enjolras didn't speak for a little while and for a moment Grantaire thought his boyfriend had fallen back asleep. But then he heard a small moan and he felt Enjolras shift in his arms, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Grantaire. "Actually I do… I was supposed to meet Combeferre this morning to plan out our trip to his mother."
"Hmm," Grantaire mumbled, more than a little disappointed.
"But… I figured we could do that tomorrow too, so I cancelled… As well as the other things I had planned today," Enjolras said, smiling. "I'm all yours this morning. And this afternoon. And this evening. Doesn't that sound great?"
Grantaire knew he was beaming. It wasn't often that he had Enjolras to himself for the whole day. The guy was so busy with God knows what that Grantaire should be happy if Enjolras could take a few hours off for him. "That definitely does sound great," he said, trying to keep his voice casual. "What will we do with all this time for ourselves?"
Enjolras offered him a mischievous grin and buried his face in the crook of Grantaire's neck. "I can think of one or two things," he mumbled, voice sounding muffled, before gently nibbling at Grantaire's skin, making the other man shiver a little.
"You can, can you?" Grantaire whispered huskily as he took hold of Enjolras' wrists and turned their positions so that he was on top. He pressed a light kiss on his boyfriends lips. "Well, so can I." He felt his heart swell when Enjolras laughed happily and closed his eyes when he deepened their kiss. This, he could do forever.
"Grantaire."
He carded a hand through Enjolras' curls and slipped one hand under his boyfriend's sleeping shirt, trailing the warm, smooth skin of his abdomen.
"Grantaire."
Enjolras pressed closer to him and made the most wonderful sounds. They all sounded angelic to Grantaire's ears and he wished his boyfriend was just as content as he was, lying here together in the bed.
"Grantaire, wake up"
He opened his eyes. The first things he was aware of were Courfeyrac's concerned frown and the antiseptic smell. Reality came rushing back to him like a splash of cold water to the face. It was a dream. He had been dreaming it. He was reliving one of his best memories with Enjolras. His boyfriend. His ex-boyfriend. The person he had betrayed in the worst way possible.
Tears clouded his vision and he wanted nothing more than to turn around and fall back into that blissful oblivion again, but Courfeyrac held a firm hand on his arm.
"Grantaire… The doctor has just signed your release forms. We can go home."
TBC.
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