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At last, you have reached the eleventh floor. There are still a few meters away to go through, you barely feel your leg.
Although you have time to rest, you still get that fatigue from today’s activity as well when your daily schedule is even less busier than usual.
Not to mention you had to fill in Mona’s shift at the cafe you recently worked at. You couldn't spare a time to check your phone in case there are some important things to look at.
Now that you remembered, you took out your phone and tried to turn it on. A few seconds passed but nothing happened.
“Crap, it ran out of battery, I should’ve brought the powerbank with me,” You muttered in a desperate way.
Eventually you reached the destination. You quickly insert the passcode in order to get inside because hell the temperature keeps decreasing each minute.
You realize the lamps already went off signaling that Xiao already slept. Your heart stinged when you saw a bunch of snacks were placed on the table, knowing he must have waited all along.
Guiltiness started creeping up your body, planting each root to your heart. You felt numb for a second before finally being able to enter the bedroom.
There he lied with his back facing you.
Not wanting the guiltiness taking over you, you spare a glance at him once more before making a way to the bathroom.
Subsequent to cleaning yourself, carefully you crawled back to bed joining him. Gently scrape the distance between you and him. Your eyes went soft when you heard his peaceful breath.
“How long are you going to stare at my back?”
You almost jumped out of bed when he suddenly spoke. Without a second, he turned around until a pair of golden eyes met with yours.
“I thought you were asleep …,” It was almost inaudibly but somehow Xiao managed to catch it.
“I can’t—”
His eyes shut before leaning towards you, hands embracing your frame with his face reckoning your shoulder. Xiao inhales your scent before scattering pecks on it.
“—Not with your presence on my side.”
Xiao remained silent, perhaps he longed for your touch. Your finger slowly reaches his hair and stroking it delicately.
You mumbled ‘ sorry’ , loud enough to be heard by him. But Xiao doesn’t mind, well a small part of him says otherwise. Still, you'd rather keep stroking his hair than countering his words eluding his scowl that may come up.
Xiao seems to enjoy what you do, you can see by his eyes start to flutter.
“I wished every day to hold you once more.”
Your motion stopped for a minute, hands moved from his hair to cupped Xiao’s face. By that he could see you bite your lower lip; indicating you were in a state of weariness. He shot a small smile, his right hand made contact with yours, gradually brought it to his lips deliberately planted lots of kisses.
“I just missed you, that’s all.”
“What did you say? Your voice is so small.”
“Are you trying to make me repeat my words?”
You let out a little laugh, “I missed you too.”
It is always and forever amusing seeing his face go red as a tomato. That part will be your most favorite because how on earth he blushed so mad like he caught off doing something unusual.
Then again Xiao went silent. His eyes no longer on yours, he was back nuzzling between the crook of your neck.
You’re aware he started to fall asleep. Your hands placed on his back to embrace him again, with that you planted a kiss on top of his head, ending everything for today.
“Sleep well, Xiao.”