Unintentional Love

❤Chapter Twenty Seven❤

Chapter Twenty Seven

Naomi P.O.V

"Psst! Naomi." A voice says. 

I squirm and turn my head, placing the pillow over my ears. 

I feel a poke on my shoulder and groan loudly.

"No!" I say. 

"Wake up, Muffin."

"Nah." 

I felt the pillow slowly being removed from my hands. I squeeze it as hard as I can, holding it for dear life. "No!" 

"Yes. Come on, Muffin."

"I'm sleepy."

"You can go to sleep, tonight."

"It's still night!" 

Leroy chuckles. "It's ten thirteen, Muffin."

"The morning one?"

"The morning one." 

I sigh deeply, letting the pillow go. A soft breeze brushed against my skin as I kicked the covers off. Still not opening my eyes, I stretch out my limbs as a yawn escapes my chapped lips. 

"Open your eyes, Muffin." 

I crack open one eye, immediately shutting it as the light blinded it. 

"Turn off the lights, Leroy."

"That's the sunlight."

I groan. "Just fifty more minutes."

"Fifty? Come on, Naomi."

I let out another sigh, opening my eyes. The light blinds me but I keep them open. Leroy smiles at me and caresses my cheek. 

"Good morning, Muffin." 

I smile back. "Good morning, dear."

"I have something for you."  

I yawn loudly, sitting up. "Really? What is it?" 

"Close your eyes." 

I chuckle. "But I just opened them. You're making my life harder."

"Lazy, lazy. Come on, close them."

My heart beat in my chest. What if it was another kiss? I would love that, a morning kiss. I feel myself blush and smile. Closing my eyes, my smile widens. 

"So what is this all about?" I ask. 

"You'll see, Muffin." He replies fumbling for something. 

I groan and lean against the couch, biting my lip. It couldn't possibly be a kiss if he was looking for something. Last night I'd heard him moving around, but couldn't see anything because it was so dark. So I just stayed quiet and listened. I constantly woke up during the night because of a sudden crash or something falling. I'd almost asked him what he was doing, but if it was keeping him busy, I wouldn't bother him. 

This wasn't the first time he'd ever spent his night, fumbling around for things. It was always something he was looking for, but I could never put my finger on it. I always wanted to ask, but I didn't want to be in his business. Even though he told me I could ask him anything, I'd say the same thing. But there were still things I didn't want him to know about myself. Like the fact that I still sleep with stuffed animals sometimes, but only the ones my mom gave me as a child. 

I also found myself sucking my thumb when I woke up, which was not a pretty sight. Every night I stay here, I am glad that he doesn't know or see that. That could scare any human away.