I admit I was jealous, but it's not just about jealousy. Just thinking about someone else in Mew's life even in the past makes me uneasy. Mew is a private person, he just doesn't let anyone enter his life that easily. The fact that Jeremy has a big chunk of his personal life and that he came back with no difficulties getting in again tugs at my chest.
Mew moved behind me. We were spooning, Mew hugged me from behind. He embraced me tighter, he sniffed the back of my head. I placed my hand over his and squeezed it gently. It's still so early, the wall clock says 7 am. "Sleep more Gulf, it's Sunday." He said.
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I am frozen in the middle of Mew's closet, looking at the four corners of the room trying to figure out what drawer to open. Mew is still in the shower. My mind can't grasp how he can spend this much just to store clothes. Even I who grew up with a silver spoon can't fathom how a guy can be too picky on his clothing.
The door behind me opened and Mew entered drying his hair with a towel. "The shirts are in drawers #10-20 on your left, the briefs in the corner drawers #3-5, boxers beside the briefs, that's #6-9, shorts or sweatpants in the bigger closet #22-23 in front of you or if you want long pants that's on #30, it's on your right. Or you can use this remote if you can't remember all of it." He handed me a remote, it has labels in it.
I looked at Mew incredulously. He just smiles at me mischievously. He went in the middle of the room where a two seater couch is located and sat with just his towel draped on his waist.
"Now you're just bragging." I said.
"I'm not bragging," He said. "I'm just messing with my boyfriend. My clothes just occupy the drawers in front of you, the rest of the drawers are actually shoe racks" He said.
Huh? "I don't get it," I said.
"I don't splurge that much on clothes Gulf, but I love footwear, that's what I collect."
I walked and opened the drawers. Gucci, LV, Testoni, Bolvaint, all the loafers arranged together. I opened another one, high end Nike collection mostly Jordan's are properly organized. I attempted to open another one but Mew stopped me.
"Gulf, if you don't want me to ravish you please get dressed first? You're distracting me." He said looking at me with hungry eyes and already dressed himself. If I wasn't that tired from last night, I would have done something about it. But it turns out, sex marathons are so tiring. I need to recup.
I went to the drawers he opened and randomly selected a shirt, boxers and sweats and got dressed. "How about chucks Mew? Do you have them? Or are they so cheap for your taste?" I asked.
Mew replied. "They're in the opposite side, from top to bottom with different colors."
I went and checked and is blown away. All colors, all designs are all properly lined up and cared for as well. "Do you even wear these?"
"Of course." He said.
Just then I hear my phone ring from the couch. Mew checked it. "Brandon?" He looked at me, "Why will Brandon call you?"
"I don't know Mew. Let me check." I said then got the phone from him.
I answer. "Hello."
"Hi, Gulf." Brandon said.
"What's up man?" I said thinking about why he will call.
"Can we meet?" He said.
"Huh? All good?" I asked curious.
"Ummm. I guess. I don't know. I have to tell you something." He said sounding strange.
"Okay. But I can't really see you today though. I'm at Mew's house." I said then I looked at Mew. His brow is raised as if asking what's the matter.
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Small Doses
Fanfiction5 years ago, I lost my best friend. All because he confessed his feelings for me and I over thought things. I was left on my own only to realize too late that the feelings were mutual. Now, I vow to love the next guy wholeheartedly, with no reserva...