Chapter Eighteen

                                    

                                          
(Jayy -- Two Years Later)

                          
I woke up to find Skuyler gone from the new bed I got last week after breaking the old one. It looked like he'd even attempted to fix the blankets so they were somewhat aligned again. 
                          
I sat up, feeling unrested, remembering in a flood of emotion the events of last night. I couldn't help grinning to myself about it. Sex with him was better than sex with anyone. I feel honored that he does it with me. 
                          
"Now..." I mumbled to myself. "Where did my missing boyfriend go?" I got out of bed, not bothering to make it the rest of the way yet. I've been trying to get better with making my bed. But I just don't feel like it right now. I realized that I could hear the shower running from above me, and I knew that Dahvie wasn't here because I woke up earlier when he walked through on his way out. Skuy was still next to me then. Just like with making the bed, I didn't bother to get dressed quite yet. Instead, I went up the stairs and did my best to sneak into the bathroom unheard.
                          
"Somebody doesn't like to knock," Skuy said. I could tell by his tone of voice that he was smiling. Some day I'll be able to come in without him noticing. 
                          
"You mind?" I knew he'd know what I was talking about, and he said he didn't see why I thought I had to ask. I stepped over to the bathtub and brushed the shower curtain aside so I could step in with him and put my arms around him from behind as I did so.
                          
I kissed the back of his shoulder before pushing closed the curtain again. "Next time I won't, then." I laughed and he tilted his head forward so the warm water sprayed me. He stepped through the water that was spraying down, and it slightly obscured my view of his pretty face. 
                          
"You need a shower." He stated, pulling me forward by the wrists so I was under the water. 
                          
Before he could move back out of my reach, I leaned forward and kissed him. And although he seemed briefly surprised, he kissed me back. Then he pulled away and laughed, scrunching his nose up because I tapped it. "You are so fucking adorable," I said, stepping out of the water so I could shake my head and get it out of my eyes. It made my hair fall in my face. Fall in my face? I guess it's gotten a lot longer than I've had it. I'll clean up the sides before we get going today, and then decide tomorrow whether or not I want to cut it. 
                          
I had him come toward me and face away from me so I could wash his hair for him. He'd just dyed it yesterday, and it was a pastel aqua-like blue. He said he wanted to try it, because he'd never had blue hair before, and so he did it at his loft and surprised me with it yesterday afternoon. I thought it looked lovely. 
                          
Skuy didn't say anything else until we'd both gotten out and were dressed and doing our makeup in the large mirror on the wall of the bathroom. "By the way," he said to me while doing eyeliner, "I'm not adorable." I was tempted to grab him and hug him, and whisper it into his ear until he agreed with me. But he was doing liquid eyeliner and I know how I'd feel if someone made me mess up, so I didn't. Instead, I just shrugged and called him cute instead. 
                          
"Fuck you, you're cute." He grumbled and put down his eyeliner, having finished applying it. I was always impressed by how quickly and easily he did it, wings and all. And it always looked fantastic. He didn't wear any foundation or anything. He kind of had perfect skin, and he was pretty pale so he probably couldn't find the right color anyway. 
                          
"I know." I smirked and he rolled his eyes.
                          
"Don't you guys have a gig tonight? When's Dahvie going to be back?"
                          
We did have a show tonight, and Skuy was coming to help Nada with merch, I believe. But I wasn't sure when Dahvie was coming home. I'd guess soon, because it was closing in on two o'clock and we wanted to get to the venue at three. "He might've texted." I replied. Skuy said he'd go check since he was ready, and he left the bathroom. To go downstairs, because our phones were both in my room. A few minutes passes and Skuy was back and standing in the doorway.