Chapter 49: You forgot a kiss.
"Why do you seem surprised?" Charles asked, his brows arching as he tilted his head slightly.
Without waiting for a response, Charles exhaled and glanced down at the cake and box of pizza.
He absentmindedly traced the edge of the pizza box before pushing it forward. "Umm... By the way, I don’t have an appetite, so can you please take this to the refrigerator for me?"
Augustine hesitated for a second before nodding, reaching for the rose flower on the bed. "Of course," he murmured, his gaze lingering on Charles.
He carefully arranged everything he had bought for Charles, making sure each item was neatly placed before stepping out of the bedroom.
Upon arriving at the kitchen, he placed the edible items inside the refrigerator, ensuring they were properly stored.
His gaze then fell on the bouquet of roses, their petals still fresh and vibrant.
Gently, he placed them in a flower vase, filling it with just enough water before lightly sprinkling some over the petals.
As he stood back to admire them, he let out a soft sigh, hoping that despite everything. this small gesture would bring even the slightest comfort to Charles.
Augustine returned to the bedroom only to find Charles curled up into a ball, fast asleep.
’Pfft!’ Augustine breathed out as he shook his head, a smile creeping onto his lips. "I wasn’t gone for long and he is already fast asleep." He mumbled, glancing over the peaceful figure of Charles.
Augustine took a deep breath and grabbed a blanket, gently placed it over Charles’s body. "I’m so sorry, Charles Donald," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he sat down beside Charles on the bed.
Slowly, Augustine reached out, his fingers threading through Charles’s soft hair as he gently ruffled it. "You’re such a good boy," he whispered, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "And I’m so lucky to have met you."
As Augustine continued to play with Charles’s hair, his fingers instinctively trailed toward the back of Charles’s ear.
A tender smile graced Augustine’s lips as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind Charles’s ear.
Augustine’s voice was low and sultry, his words dripping with a desire as he spoke. "You’re the only man who’s ever dared to defy me... and, the way you make me feel..."
His gaze drifted over the curves of Charles’s body, his breath hitching in his chest. ’I need to stop staring before I lose control.’ He warned himself.
Augustine moistened his lips, running his tongue over them before swallowing hard.
"I’ll make sure that what happened today never repeats itself," he whispered, his voice filled with quiet determination.
With that, he shifted, tucking himself in as he fully lay beside Charles.
Slowly, Augustine slid his left hand beneath Charles’s head, offering it as a pillow for him to rest more comfortably.
Immediately Augustine was able to succeed, he let out an heavy breath, placing his right hand over his stomach.
With the gaze of Augustine fixed on the ceiling, he allowed the quiet hum of the night to lull him into sleep.
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The rich aroma of oatmeal soup filled the air, gently coaxing Charles from his slumber.
His nose twitched instinctively, drawn to the comforting scent even before his mind fully awakened.
As the fragrance grew stronger, Charles slowly fluttered his eyelashes open, a lazy yawn escaping his lips.
He stretched his arms above his head, trying to ease his body muscles.
As Charles’s eyes adjusted to the soft morning light filtering through the room, he sat up on the bed, his gaze sweeping across his entire surroundings.
The mind of Charles which was still foggy from sleep began to piece together the events of the previous night.
Sigh!
"Where is the scent of oatmeal coming from?" Charles questioned himself while getting out of bed.
Sluggishly, Charles made his way toward the sitting room and upon arrival, he saw Augustine standing by the open entrance door, ready to step out which his back facing Charles.
Augustine was fully dressed, looking sharp as usual, with a suitcase in hand.
"Why are you going to work so early?" Augustine was being questioned by Charles.
Augustine, unaware of Charles’s presence, slowly turned around.
"Hey, I thought you planned on resting for a while longer," he stated, stepping back into the sitting room and closing the distance between them.
His voice was light, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes as he glanced at Charles..
As Augustine closed the distance, he placed his suitcase above the couch before wrapping his hands around Charles’s waist. "How was your night, Pookie?" He questioned with a warm seductive voice.
Charles inhaled deeply, rubbing his stomach. "Well, I had a good night’s sleep," he whispered, "but I’m starving. Yesterday was pretty intense, and I didn’t have a chance to eat anything."
"Thank goddess I prepared breakfast for you," Augustine said with a soft, reassuring smile. "I heard oatmeal porridge helps the body recover from stress."
He paused, his tone gentle and caring. "I’ve already dished it out, so go ahead and sit at the dining table. Have your breakfast, okay?" he added, his eyes filled with warmth.
Augustine slowly loosened his grip around Charles’s waist, leaning in until their faces were just inches apart. "I want you to rest today," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. "But for now, I have an important business meeting to attend."
With a teasing glint in his eyes, he gently pinched Charles’s cheek before stepping back.
Charles let out a soft chuckle. "Have a great day," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Augustine paused for a brief moment before nodding slightly, then turned on his heels and made his way to the door.
Charles watched the retreating figure of Augustine with conflicting emotions, and within the blink of an eye, he called out for Augustine. "Augustine!" Charles yelled, calling the name of Augustine who swiftly turned around.
"You forgot something," Charles blurted out, making Augustine arch a brow in confusion. "What did I forget?"
"A kiss," Charles boldly uttered as he sprint over to Augustine.
Stretching his feet, Charles wrapped his hands around Augustine’s neck and pulled him in, pressing a warm kiss against Augustine’s lips.