Break In My Heart

28. Plans

I awoke with my arms around Tyler and our legs tangled with one another as we laid in his full-sized bed.

His bare back felt warm against my bare chest and his chest was rising and falling in a steady pattern. The sun was lazily spilling in through his window and was partially being blocked by his curtains. The screensaver for his TV was flashing across the screen since we'd fallen asleep watching Netflix together the night before and the air was still.

It felt like a scene straight from a movie.

As I looked at the sleeping boy in my arms, I was reminded of the night before: the tears, the confessions, the "I love you"s. The kisses, the touches, the magic that existed only between us two. But I also remembered the pain in his eyes. The helplessness I was drowning in, the fury. Anger festered within me at the memory. If I ever saw his mother in person I'd...

I forced myself to calm down knowing that I wasn't the best at managing my anger before I placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder blade. I carefully turned over in the bed and grabbed my phone from the nightstand, being cautious not to wake the sleeping angel next to me.

I rubbed my eyes as I thumbed through my notifications and lowly cursed when I saw I had a dozen missed FaceTimes from Ian and twice as many texts. I completely forgot about his date with Lelani and how I was supposed to help him. I set a mental reminder to apologize to him when I had the chance, but I made no move to do anything at the moment. All I wanted to do was remain in the peaceful bubble Tyler and I had created for ourselves.

I also saw that my Papa has texted me asking where I was since the school was blowing up his phone. I checked the time and sure enough, it was a bit past 10:30, and there was no way I was going to wake Tyler up just to drag him to school. I couldn't disturb the beauty that was Tyler asleep.

I quickly typed back that I had a rough night and crashed at Tyler's and Papa almost instant responded.

Papa (10:34): you two are back on good terms huh? It's alright but let us know before hand next time, we were worried. Ur lucky we had ur location on or there would be a full search party looking for you as we speak. As for you and Tyler there better not be any–

I averted my eyes before I read the rest of the sentence, not needing to read the rest to know where it was heading. A blush burned my cheeks as I texted back.

Me (10:34): ok dad I will, and it's still not like that. Gross.

He sent back a laughing emoji before I turned off my phone and slid it back on the nightstand. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my pants discarded on the floor alongside my shirt, socks, and shoes, leaving me only in my briefs. Tyler was no better, the only difference being that he was wearing boxers instead.

And he looked amazing in them.

I rolled back over and secured my arms around him once more and closed my eyes, 100% content with sleeping the day away with the boy in my arms. However, just as I closed my eyes, I felt Tyler stir beneath me as a groan was pulled from his lips.

I peeled my eyes open as he sat up, causing my grip to fall from around his stomach to his hips. "Good morning," I said, my voice scratchy as he stretched.

His eyes met mine and a grip spread across his face like food dye in water. "Good morning." He leaned down to give me a kiss, and I was more than willing to accept it until I remembered something. My hand shot out and covered his lips, stopping him in his tracks. He quirked a brow, his lips parting beneath my hand to ask me the question, but I silenced him by pushing my hand firmly against his lips.

"You can't kiss me yet. Not on the lips anyway."

"Why?" He asked, his voice muffled against my hand.