Chapter 49 - So Much Love Mixed With Denials.

Lance. 

He wanted to get me back from the car but I know for sure that he wasn't expecting to get caught in that position. I expected him to be the one to freak out. I mean, I am the one that is open. I don't care about anything. Like its anyone's business if they are uncomfortable with seeing two guys make out in an elevator but he had his hands down my pants. 

We were fucking going at it in the elevator and Ford didn't care. 

He found it funny that the man was so uncomfortable to be with us. This is the same guy that doesn't want to come out of the closet cause of fear. He is laughing right now and I am staring at him in disbelief. 

''You know that man saw everything?''

He nods. 

''Why are you laughing?'' I ask him as we walk into the hotel room.

''Cause of how red your face was.''

I roll my eyes at his answer. 

There is only one room on this floor. The penthouse, and let me tell you, as I walk through the front door, my eyes open wide from how beautiful and bright this room is. The lights come on immediately we walk in. they are bright and somehow accentuates the room, making it even more beautiful. Walking in from the front door, the first thing I see is a hallway and as we walk deeper, I see a living room. With a very big flat screen tv and the most comfortable couch, I have ever seen. It is grey and somehow matches the colour on the wall of the room which is a beige. There are curtains which I open immediately by pressing a button on the wall. This reveals a big window with the best view I have ever seen. There is a balcony with this view, so I open the windows and walk into the balcony. 

I hear ford's footsteps and he follows me out the balcony ''How can you afford all this?'' he wraps his arms around my waist as I ask him. 

I feel his hot breath on my neck ''I've got a trust fund from my grandmother. This way my father can't track my accounts. So, he will never know about this.''

I know that they are rich but having a trust fund is next level. 

I turn around from the beautiful view begrudgingly and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He smiles in my arms. I am content. Grateful for everything I have been given. Our relationship might not be perfect, in fact, it is far from perfect but this is all I have ever wanted. Someone that looks at me the way he is looking at me right now—like I am the only person that exists. Like he is blind to the world but me. there is a significance to this look. It makes me feel important. 

I love him so much. 

''Today has been perfect.''

He nods in agreement. 

''You are everything to me.'' I continue. The smile is still on his face. he is just watching me without any words ''I will never let you go, Ford. You are mine. Until the day I die.''

His eyes get dark but he doesn't take them off me. he is just watching me with this intent stare that is affecting me a little too much. I don't need words of assurance because he feels the same. I can see it in his eyes. The only reason why I keep reminding of how much I love him is because of that broken part of him. I want to be the one to put the pieces back together. 

I will be that for him. 

He reaches for me and brushes a strand of hair out of my face. the wind is heavy, so the strands just fall back to my face ''Thank you for today,'' he expresses. 

This confuses me because I should be the one thanking him for everything he did tonight. He planned this on his own. 

He is the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. 

''I didn't do anything. This is all on you buddy.'' 

He grins.

''You have no idea how important you are in my life.'' his words are etched with so many emotions that I don't even know how to respond to them. He says this a lot.

A reminder that I never knew I needed in my life. 

I lean closer until I am kissing him. I kiss him until I can't breathe and then I come up for air and then end of kissing him again. We kiss for I don't know how long, no one wanting to stop. we take things to the bedroom and I show him how much I love him as I make love to him all night. 

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Do you know that moment when you feel the stare of someone when your eyes are closed? 

I can feel his stare. 

Almost a prickling sensation. Slowly, I open my eyes and he smiles brightly. Waking up next to the love of your life is the greatest feeling ever. It's the little things I notice at this moment. His bed hair, the lines on his face from the pillow and sleep. His elbow is pressed on the bed as he lies on his side;

''Good morning,'' I say softly. 

He leans forward and plants a soft kiss on my forehead ''Morning kiss for my baby,'' he mutters with his lips still so close to my face. 

I try to sit up on the bed and he gives me the space I need. With my back on the headboard of this king-sized bed, I stretch my arms with a slight wave in the air, gesturing him to come to me. he obliges and rests in my arms.

''Did you sleep well?'' I ask him. '

He nods his head against me ''Better than I have in a long time.'' His answer in honest, exactly what I wanted. 

''Should we go down for breakfast, or do you just want to do breakfast in bed?'' he asks me. 

I shrug in his arms. I wouldn't mind being his arms for the rest of the morning but I also want to get out of this room and be with him in public as much as we can. This is like the only opportunity I would have to be a real boyfriend to him. hold his hand in public, steal kisses here and there. Makes me want to go downstairs for breakfast. 

''We should go down,'' he answers before I can even say anything. 

He sits up on the bed and walks over to the curtains. Suddenly the room is bright as the rays from the sun hits me directly in the eye. Grabbing the soft duvet, I cover my face with it and this gets a chuckle from my boyfriend. 

''Get up baby,'' He pulls it off me and I try to fight him for it. He lets me have victory and I watch him as he walks to the door that leads to the bathroom ''Are you not going to join me in there?'' 

I watch him leave the room and it doesn't take me a second to run after him, in nothing but my boxers. 

I can't miss an opportunity to be naked with him. 

After our bath, we walk down to the restaurant hand in hand. We get to the restaurant and there is a buffet of food on display. My best thing about a buffet is that I can eat as much as I want, and this time since it is complimentary with the room, I don't have to worry about Ford spending too much. He has basically spent a lot on our date. Granted it was perfect but I still feel a little guilty mooching off him knowing full well I can't afford all the things he gave me since last night. 

There is a different variety of food and I jump up in excitement at all I see ''Gosh, this is a lot.'' I grab a plate and start filling it up. 

Ford just watches me with amusement and love in his eyes. Like I am his most favourite person in the world. Once my plate is full and his is semi-decent, I grab his arm again as we walk to a table. 

''Yo, brad,'' someone calls his name from a distance which makes us turn around. Ford nudges my hand off him immediately and the pressure hits me roughly. 

''Hey, Nate.'' He waves to the guy still holding his plate with his other hand. 

I watch this Nate guy walk closer to us, he is dressed in sweat pants and a plain white shirt. his hair is a dark brown with messy curls. The one striking feature about this guy is his height. He is freaking tall with a body that fits his height—not too skinny but full of meat in him.

Ford looks like he was caught doing something wrong and that is the only thing that bothers me. okay, we agreed to be a secret but he doesn't have to look this embarrassed to be with me. 

''What are you doing here?'' Nate asks him. 

''You know my dad's wedding is coming up. There's a lot going on at home. So, I just took a break from it all and spent a night here.'' He explains. 

His friend nods and his attention swings to me, with a faint but suspicious smile he raises a brow ''Who's this?'' 

Ford glances in my direction, almost like he forgot I was next to him. At first, he remains quiet but a couple of seconds later he answers the guy ''My stepbrother. His mom's getting married to my dad.''

It is not a lie but nothing has ever hurt me as much as that introduction. I agreed to this and it is not his fault but I can't help but feel the pain as his friend reaches out for a handshake.

Even though I take his hand in mine, my heart hurts heavily.