Sonder

Chapter 7

"I'll go get some hot water real quick.", I shake the container with the dry noodles before exiting his room again to head for the kitchen at the end of the hallway.

"Oh hey, Logan.", I greet, watching the tall and quiet boy turn towards me.

"Hey.", his attention soon snaps back to the mug and its black content in front of him.

"You're not with Kenneth?", opening the tab, I let some water run into the cooker and place it back on the stand.

"No, he's sleeping.", Logan stirs in his mug before lifting it into both if his hands.

"I see, it's just really weird to encounter you without him by your side.", I chuckle, tearing the lid of the cup open, cringing at the slightly disgusting appearance of hard noodles and chunks of unidentifiable things.

"I get that a lot. I'll be going now.", he slowly trots out of the kitchen with a last silent "goodbye".

"Yeah, bye.", I mumble after him, a bit confused at his sudden leaving. Did I insult him or something? Also, why is he drinking coffee at his hour? Won't it just keep him awake during the night?

Only mere seconds later, the water cooker clicks with the now boiling water inside of it. I poor it into the cup, placing the lid on top and grabbing a pair of chopsticks from a drawer. Taking both into my hands, I stroll back to Marty's room while trying not to spill any of the soup.

"Welcome back.", as I open the door, I'm being greeted by a free view of my boyfriends toned upper body and a heavy smirk on his lips. I smile up at him, closing the door with my foot and making my way to his bed.

"Missed me?", savoring the warm feeling of the cup in my hands, I sit down on the bed and wait for his reply without really paying any attention to him.

"Always.", he flops down next to me almost causing me to spill some of the brown soup which earned him a quiet glare. I start to stir the content, trying to break the block of slowly softening noodles and blending the powder with the water.

Martin starts telling me about his day and the reading he had to endure with their absolutely crazy coach Slash professor. He's a total retired-out-of-the-army type of guy, a real drill sergeant. And the stories I get to hear are hilarious although I do feel bad for my boyfriend whenever he was the target instead of just a bystander.

As I finish the last bit of my meal, he gets up to throw away both the cup and the disposable chopsticks before stalking back over to me.

"Are you tired? It's almost 11pm.", he asks, flopping down behind me in order to stretch his entire body along the mattress.

"Yeah, kind of.", I lean back, resting my head on his tight stomach.

"We can go to sleep if you want to. I'll try not to wake you up in the morning.", he wraps his arms around me, pulling my body against him tightly and fanning his hot breath on my neck.

"When are you going to get up?", I glance at my change of clothing, really wanting to take these uncomfortable pants off.

"Hm maybe 7am, maybe earlier. I'll take a run outside of campus.", why would you do this to yourself?

"We could get lunch if you want.", I pry his arms off of me and get up before he has the chance to rewrap them around me again.

"Sure, I'll text you after my readings.", he answers while watching me change into the comfy things I brought with me.

"Okay.", I utter, crawling under the blanket and waiting for him to do the same, cuddling up against his warm chest. Nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck, feeling his strong and steady heart beat against mine. He smells good, always has.