Behind The Glasses

Chapter 29 | A slice of heaven.

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"In life, you always have a choice. Sometimes it's easier to think that you don't."
-Guinevere Pendragon, Merlin
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Chapter 29 | A slice of heaven.

I just thought it'd be funny if I let Hunter be with me during study time. He usually has stuff to do aligned with my schedule but he's in no mood for any of that today.

I don't really mind cause I have somehow roped him into organizing my bookshelves. If we're not going to do book work, we could room work. I'm beat from the dance class I taught earlier today. He didn't seem to mind it much doing it in colour coded alphabetical order. He's planned on us watching the soccer game later so it was a win win situation. I've been studying up.

He's paying great attention to how he's putting the books on the shelves. I'd told him not to remove all the books at once and to move shelf by shelf but did he listen? No. In any case, he seems content doing such a trivial task.

"What's this?" Immediately I whip my head in his direction. He's holding one of my old diaries, specifically the one from forth form. I get to him once he's already opened a page and noticed my handwriting. "Is this a diary, Bow?" He chuckles moving it out of my reach.

"Yes and give it here."

"I've got to read this," he gives me a devlish smirk. There's really nothing mind blowing in the diary but just like my room, I consider it a peek into my psyche. He's currently in my room and a peek at the diary would be a clearer peek into my mind. "Hold on, hold on, hold on. Can we calm down?" He holds me gently, moving me to sit on my bed, actually giving me a little boost. It's an old diary, so my fight isn't all that hard. He pulls the stool closer to the bed and sits on it.

There's a story that Eames shared with me about Hunter's father. As sovereign, he believes that everyone is below him and everything should be as such. If he were to attend a dinner, he sits at the head of the table. If he were to address his people, he would do so at his throne. Always reminding everyone that he was King. No one was even allowed to walk beside him because to him, they were not equals. The story Eames had passed on included the punishing of a guard for walking ahead of the King.

Hunter treats me like his equal and sometimes, just like now, he puts me above himself physically. He rests his elbow on one of my thighs supporting his head whilst he lazily reads through the pages. This position could never be assumed by his father. I'm certain he knows what it means so I don't interrogate him about it. I monitor the pages he's browsing through from above, cringing at some of the contents.

"Such an odd diary," he states with a chuckle looking up at me. I shrug. "Escape routes?" He raises one curious eyebrow at me with amusement dancing in his eyes. I had floor plans of buildings drawn in with at least 3 routes plotted out.

"I can't help it. I was learning it at the time but it's always good to know the best escape routes out of any building." He nods at me making a face. It truly is a priceless skill. He's obviously making fun of me and I try grab the diary from him halfheartedly.

"I thought they'd be more boy related stuff in here," he voices still going through the pages. I scoff. It's not that it was lacking in the boy details, it was just scarce. He finishes and places the book beside me on the bed. "That was fun," he breathes.

"I doubt it," I smile down at him. His silence is answer enough as he gets up from the stool, catching my lips in a kiss. His touch does something to my nervous system. I realize now that he'd been trailing patterns on my thigh just moments ago.