Chapter 151: Even in your sleep, you’re stubborn.
The morning sun concealed itself behind thick, brooding clouds as the wind swept through the air, causing trees to sway from side to side—a clear sign that rain was inevitable.
Inside, far from the chaos of the looming storm, Charles Donald lay flat on the bed, eyes gently shut, fully surrendered to the calm of sleep.
Beside Charles, Augustine lay wide awake, his entire focus fixed solely on the man sleeping next to him.
His eyes, soft and filled with longing, remained glued to Charles’s peaceful face—serene, calm, and beautiful in its stillness.
With gentle care, Augustine reached out, his fingers lightly brushing over Charles’s cheek, caressing the skin as though it were the most delicate thing in the world—something he never wanted to let go of.
Augustine’s fingers trailed from Charles’s cheek to his lips, lingering there with delicate curiosity.
He gently traced the curve of Charles’s mouth, then slid his fingers down, attempting to part Charles teeth with a teasing touch—only to be met with resistance.
A soft chuckle escaped Augustine’s lips as he whispered, "Even in your sleep, you’re stubborn."
Meanwhile, Charles stirred faintly in his sleep, a subtle frown forming on his face.
He could feel someone disrupting his rest, though his foggy mind couldn’t yet place who it was.
Even half-asleep, instinct kicked in—his hand lazily lifted, fumbling to push away the intruding fingers playing at his lips.
’Exhaling,’
"You’re still cute, even in your sleep," Augustine purred, his voice low and velvety as he leaned in to press a soft bite against Charles’s ear.
Instantly, a shiver surged through Charles’s body like a wave of electricity, and a sudden swarm of butterflies erupted in his stomach, fluttering so wildly it felt like they might burst free.
Charles felt like he was floating on cloud nine as his eyes slowly fluttered open.
What the hell is going on? he thought, blinking up at the ceiling in confusion.
He could feel the warm pressure of Augustine’s lips on his earlobe, and at the same time, the teasing touch of Augustine’s fingers lingering in his mouth—playful, deliberate, and far too intimate to ignore.
Charles fluttered his lashes, his gaze drifting slowly to the side—only to find Augustine’s face inches from his own.
Augustine released Charles earlobe with a soft, deliberate pull, lips lingering close, breath warm against Charles’s skin.
Their eyes locked, faces mere breaths apart, tension thick in the silence, electric and unspoken.
They gasped, their breaths mingling, each feeling the heat of the moment.
Charles’s cheeks flushed with a fiery warmth, heart racing, as he glared at Augustine. His hair was disheveled, yet his lips were tantalizingly close, hovering just above Charles’s, tempting him to close the gap.
Augustine’s amber eyes sparkled with mischief, his breath brushing softly against Charles’s skin.
’He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,’ Charles thought, swallowing hard, his pulse quickening.
The minute stretched out like an eternity as Charles found himself lost in Augustine’s gaze, savoring every inch of his body, every detail—from the tousled hair to the slight curve of his lips, memorizing each and every part.
It felt as though time had stopped, leaving nothing but the heat of their closeness.
"Umm, umm," Augustine purred, his voice husky as he cleared his throat a minute later.
Charles fluttered his eyelashes, slowly leaning his head back, causing Augustine’s fingers to gently slip from his mouth. "Good morning... good morning, Augustine Wales," Charles whispered, his voice low and cracked, still thick with the remnants of sleep and the lingering tension between them.
Augustine chuckled softly. "Good morning, pookie," he said with a playful grin, rolling out of bed with a smile that reached his eyes.
He paused for a moment, eyeing Charles with a mischievous glint. "Since today’s Sunday, and it’s your day off," he continued, his voice filled with excitement, "I think we should go out on a car date. What do you say?"
He turned on his heel, making his way toward the bathroom, leaving Charles with no time to respond.
As the sound of the water started to fill the bathroom, Augustine stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade down, soaking his hair and tracing over every inch of his body.
Minutes later, Augustine emerged from the bathroom, the soft cotton of a white towel wrapped low around his waist.
The sight of him, with droplets of water still clinging to his skin, made his every movement look even more alluring.
Charles was no longer in the bedroom, leaving Augustine standing there, a bit puzzled.
With a slight frown, he shrugged it off and made his way toward his walk-in closet.
The moment he entered, he froze in place, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him.
’What the hell!’ Augustine exclaimed under his breath, his heart racing.
The closet, once an organized haven for Augustine, now seemed oddly peaceful, with his dirty clothes washed and neatly hung on the clothing rack.
A soft smile tugged at Augustine’s lips as he stood there, silently marveling at the transformation.
’Did Charles do all this while I was unconscious?’ Augustine thought to himself, a warmth spreading through his chest.
He couldn’t help but feel touched by the gesture, the quiet care Charles had shown.
Shaking off the lingering thoughts, he swiftly grabbed a pair of black long-sleeve shirt and white shorts that ended just below his knees.
As Augustine slipped into them, the lightness of the moment settled over him—today was going to be different.
As Augustine stepped out of the walk-in closet, he caught sight of Charles, who was now sitting at the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed but his eyes following Augustine’s every move.
The soft morning light highlighted the peacefulness in Charles’s features, and Augustine couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection.
"Hey," Augustine purred, flashing a warm smile and casually waving his hand at Charles.
"Hey," Charles mumbled in reply, his lips curving up into a faint smile as he waved back, though his gaze lingered a moment longer, studying Augustine with an almost unreadable expression.
Slowly, Augustine closed the distance between himself and Charles, his eyes never leaving Charles’s face.
When Augustine stood right in front of Charles, he exhaled softly, the air almost heavy with unspoken words.
"Thanks for arranging my closet," Augustine said, his voice smooth and filled with genuine gratitude.
There was a softness to his tone, a warmth that made the simple words feel more intimate than they seemed.
Charles’s lips curved into a playful smirk as he nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, you’re welcome," he purred, rolling his eyes with a teasing expression. "Also, I have to go and bath now." Charles added, his voice light as he rose from the bed.
But just as he was about to take a step away, Augustine’s hand shot out, gripping Charles’s wrist gently but firmly, halting his movement.
"Do you want me to do anything in return? Since you arranged my closet, I think it’s only fair that I do something for you," Augustine purred, his voice low and teasing.
Charles let out a soft sigh, glancing over his shoulder with a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "How about you make love to me?" he stated boldly, his words hanging in the air, thick with promise.
Gasped!