Servant For A Week (BoyxBoy) [RE-WRITING]

Chapter 4

Previously...

I shivered some but then I realized that I was backed up against the wall. His face was close but not as close for our noses to touch, his eyes were boring into mine with such an intensity that I got lost in those beautiful depths.

"Are you sure about that?"

Wait, could this really be happening? Is this Greg that is standing in front of me even real? Did I already melt into a gooey puddle?

"I know that you like Greg bunny."

I scoffed at the words rolling my eyes. Yeah right. What could Greg possibly see in me?

But anything could happen. Expect the unexpected.

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...Present

I woke up with a start. I rubbed my eyes, stretched my arms, and yawned trying to rid the grogginess feeling. What time was it? Cracking opening my eyes, shifting my position on the floor I looked around the room and was met with silence.

Muffling another yawn with an elbow I stared up at the ceiling thinking of nothing and everything at the same time. And now that my brain was somewhat functioning, why was I on the floor? My brows furrowed in thought. Did something happen...

"Is there anything you want to talk about that's on your mind?"

Oh, riiight. How could I forget something like that? What was hetrying to do? I groaned while chewing my top lip. Maybe, just maybe... 

"Ah you're finally up," Greg peeked his head in from the doorway. I shifted my gaze over to the door, but it was now empty. Guess that was my cue to get up and get ready for another 'eventful' day. Pushing himself up to his feet, scratching his neck and stomach while heading to the restroom to relieve himself. A quick shower and the process of brushing his teeth in a change of clothes in under twenty minutes or so and he was ready.

Breakfast would be nice, and his stomach agreed with that statement in mind. "French toast with bananas or scrambled eggs and bacon...," Cameron opened the fridge rummaging for the ingredients to get started. Placing them on the counter and grabbing a bowl from one of the cupboards and a whisk, I prepared everything and sometime later everything was finished, and plates were placed on the table. There was French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and sliced fruits.

"Greg, breakfast is ready," I hollered out. I began fixing his plate and placed it in front of him as he just entered the kitchen and sat down. I gathered food onto my plate, drizzling syrup on my toast and began eating.

Looking up after there was no movement from the opposite side of the table,Greg was just sitting there, staring. Beginning to open my mouth to ask whatwas wrong, my eyes widen just a bit at the sight of his cheek. It looked a bitswollen and there was a light discolouration that I hadn't noticed before.Standing up, walking around to the other side to where Greg was sitting, Iinspected his cheek and a faint bruise was forming. 

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I moved closer and raised a finger to his face, "What happened to your face?" But before I could touch the spot there, he moved away a little, turning his head.

"It's not a big deal to fuss over something like this," Greg lightly rubbed is cheek but ended up just covering the swollen area with his hand.