Once lost, Now found

Chapter fourteen

Luca

I felt like a creep this morning, watching him sleep in the same position we fell asleep in. He was still gripping my hand. "So cute." I whispered. I didn't want to let go of him for fear he'd wake up. Not that I don't like him being awake. But as he sleeps, I can really look at him. Why on god's earth would that ex of his let him go. He's beautiful and not just in his appearance. He has a beautiful heart and soul, one to be treasured. I'm going to treasure him.

"One can consider you a creep, you know." He said, opening his eyes.

"For staring? I guess so." He shuffled from the bed and I rolled into his indent. It only lasted a few moments and I was following him to the bathroom. 

"And now a stalker." He grinned. I couldn't help myself. We washed up in the bathroom, and I tossed him one of my long sleeveless T-shirts to wear. "Why?" He asked all cock headed.

"Just because." I gave him a small wink.

 "Fine, weirdo." It was perfect. The armholes hung down to his waist and anytime he'd move to one side or the other, it would swing wide and I could see one, or both, of his sexy nipples peek out. I think when, if he asks me what I want for Christmas this year I'm going to ask for a Cas calendar. And a picture of him in that moment would be my July. I hoped I would get a chance at a good photo op for August and all the months thereafter, too. Before the thought escaped me I asked, 

“Can I take a picture of you?” he was twisting his hair back off his neck, the underneath still damp from washing up.

“I don't think that is a good idea.” I smacked his ass on the way out of the bathroom. 

“Well I think it is a very good idea. Probably one of my best.” I strolled my way to my phone that was still in the pocket of my shorts on the floor. "Here we go." I said, giving him a cheeky grin.

"I don't get you, Luca." Pushing him softly so he falls on the bed. His hair is all wild looking. That sleeveless vest all crumpled, he was a fucking hot mess. "Now what?" He asked.

"I'll take a picture of you, for research purposes, of course."

"You don't fool me for a minute Luca. Wanking material is what it is." He giggled. I felt that. Because since I've known him, which hasn't been that long. He's never giggled. He's never looked so damn good either. Like I'm confronted with a delicious buffet. All I could want and eat.

I snapped a picture. "Hmmm." I moved closer. He let his arms go slack above his head. I straddled him. "Perfect." I took another picture. "So very perfect…..look." I turn my phone around and he took it. 

"I look stupid."

"I beg to differ. Can you not see how beautiful you are."

"I….I just see me." I took the phone back.

"One day. You will see you through my eyes. I love you and I'm never going to stop saying it."

"We...erm…." He stutters. "Food…." I leant down, my lips hover just above his.

"Stop doubting yourself Cas." I kissed him quickly and jumped up off the bed, leaving my phone next to him. "Let's eat." I heard his sigh and I peeked through the crack in the door. He was looking at my phone. A small smile creeps across his face. He loves it. 

I was making coffee in the kitchen when I heard him cross the floor, I felt him press up against my back and his arms wrap around my waist. He lent his forehead between my shoulder blades. I liked that he was shorter than me.

"You're perfect too." He whispers into my back. I spun around in his arms, his face now at my chest. I love this even more. 

"We are perfect, for each other, Cas." He looked up at me, his chin resting sweetly in the indent of my chest. "I lose myself in those eyes of yours."

"I could say the same." Yeah yeah, this was all the mushy shit people don't like to read about, but it's the mushy shit that felt the best. Like falling in love, you never know when it's gonna happen or if it will ever happen at all. It can hit you instantly, like that love at first sight kinda shit or you could fall in love slowly. I think, maybe mine was a mixture of both. I fell in love with his kindness, at first. Then I fell in love with him, every bit of him. From his soft hair on his head and all the way down to his really unexpectedly cute feet. "Do you love me now?" I said testing him. He pulled that cute face, a face he never knows he's doing. He crinkles his nose and pouts his lips, like a kid who just dropped his ice cream. "I'm playing…." He put his finger to my lips.

"Shhhh." He said. "I think, I do." I grabbed him, lifting him off the floor.

"That's good enough for me baby." He swung those legs of his around my waist and I sat him down gently on the kitchen counter. He let out a small yelp as the cold surface touched his delicate skin. "I wanna fuck you, right here. Right now."

"Hmmm, we need to eat." 

"After." I said, taking his soft skin between my teeth. He let out a short moan and lent his head against my shoulder. "You taste like breakfast, you are….breakfast."

   "Stupid." Was the last word he said and I chowed down on my breakfast named Cas. He is delicious….in every single way.  

Once lost, Now found

"Do you like it?" Cas said full of gleam. He'd finally finished renovating his grandmother's bakery and in only a few days will be open for business. "Hey." He said kicking up dirt.

"It's awesome. You did it Cas, even when you doubted it, you did it."

"Thank you." He said taking my hand. "Let's go in and I will show you around." I thought about many things over these coming months. I was always unlucky as a kid and it didn't stop into my adult life, but maybe it was for this. I never had much faith to begin with growing up and I lost all faith in the end. But standing with Cas, I thought that maybe if there is a god, that he made Cas for me. "Hey, you coming in?"

"Of course." He unlocked the door and we both crossed that threshold, to the smell of fresh paint, pristine tables and walls. A glass cabinet for all the cakes and pastries he will make. I see it, in his face. Happy, that happy and satisfied look. It's his dream come true and he's mine. "It looks really good Cas."

"It does, doesn't it?" I stood still, in the middle of the shop. I watched him walk around marveling at what's he's spent so much time on. "Do you think it will do well Luca?"

"Yeah, it's going to do great."

"I thought I'd start simple, you know." His face lit up. "The basics, then introduce some of my own recipes. I want….no, I love how others enjoy what I do."

"I'm so proud of you." He looked down at his feet as I neared him. He fiddles with his fingers, he does that when he's nervous. "You don't hear that word too often, do you?" I softly asked, cupping his chin.

"No one has ever said it." I placed a small kiss on his lips and moved away. "You're the first, Luca….the first of many things."

"You're mine too, for many things." 

"Would you like a coffee? you could be my first customer."

"I'd love that."

"Brilliant, take a seat, anywhere you want and I'll be right back." I watched him practically hop skip into the kitchen. So I took a seat, closest to the window. I watched people pass by, giving quick glances at the place. Maybe they would come when it opens, I hope so, I hope so for Cas, because this town is falling apart, it's rotting from the inside out, or that's how I perceived things to be. "Here, one fresh coffee, just for you." He sat opposite me, with nothing for himself. 

"What about you?"

"You're the customer." He said, pointing to my cup of hot steaming coffee. "So, taste." He grinned as I put the cup to my mouth and sipped.

"Hmmm, it's good, really good." I couldn't get the sight of his smile from my damn mind. Everything that is me is becoming everything that Cas is. 

"Are you hungry?"

"I am." 

"Let's go eat."

"What about here?"

"I'm still waiting on some things, should be tomorrow."

"Let me finish this and we can go. Do you have anywhere in particular?" I finished up my coffee and we left, post haste. To be honest I wasn't quite sure what got into him today. I've noticed that Cas has a hard time controlling his emotions, so he covers them with trivial unimportant things. He's a strange one.

We ended up in a small pub, Cas ordered a BLT. He's a chef and he ordered a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich. Classic. 

"Hey, I like what I like." He said when I teased him about having a simple palate for a chef. 

"Don't you want to see what that chef back there is really up to?"

"Nope. Not really." He admitted while taking his last bite. Around a full mouth he spat, “I come in peace.” He tried to squelch himself from laughing at his own joke and a piece of bread flew from his mouth and landed on his plate. It was both disgusting and adorable at the same time and when he finished swallowing and taking a drink of his beer, he said, “What’s amazing about a BLT is that they're always good. The perfect ratio of meat to veggie to bread. It does the trick every time.” I'm awed, captivated, entranced. He has such a tight hold on my heart. I still don't think he really gets how much I love him, so I made a promise to myself the night before after my usual stargazing, that I will make him see and feel it too. Because let's face it, we both deserve it.