-forty

Blake woke up after I'd made breakfast. I'd placed his shirt and trousers in the washing machine and they were in the drier when he woke up. He slept in only his briefs. How he managed to get undressed alone, I'd never know.

I brought his clothes back when he was in the shower. They still smelled like him even after I'd doused them with soap in hopes of getting them clean from the dirt of last night.

His hair was a darkish-brown now that he didn't have gel on it. He'd washed it off and I liked how it lay on his head, messy and uncombed. It made him look even more beautiful.

"You're interested in me."

I blinked at Blake's statement and then I laughed. We were sitting like we did last night and he was staring at me with tired eyes but I still appreciated their beauty. They were the lightest shade of blue I'd ever seen, like the clear waters in Greece.

"Why ever would you think that?" I humoured him and took a bite from my chocolate bread.