Chapter 52
Nolan
The world is a little brighter today.
I vacuum the floor, the steady hum filling the house while my thoughts drift somewhere else entirely. My body moves on autopilot, guiding the vacuum across the carpet, up the steps, down the hall.
Haaa.
Each time I close my eyes—even for just a blink—I picture being with Ciel.
His lips. Soft and insistent against mine. The way he gasped when I bit his bottom lip, the sound slipping free before he could stop it. That noise… it replays in my head like a song I can't get rid of.
I pause at the top of the stairs, leaning against the wall, vacuum still buzzing at my side. My chest tightens, a painful, wonderful ache. For years, I've imagined him like this but it was always fantasy.
I run a hand down my face, groaning.
"Idiot," I mutter to myself.
