I woke up through the night, not really being able to get any sleep. I was too worried about Kenzo and what was weighing on his mind.
He’s been sleeping soundly next to me the whole time—I’m sure the narcotics have a hand in that.
I stroked his head while he cuddled me in his arms. I watched his chest rise and fall slowly and listened to his soft breathing.
My eyes fluttered across the room, taking in all of the paintings of me.
Everything was surreal.
Being with him and even finding him again after all of these years was crazy.
Who knew we’d end up together?
I guess that’s how fate works.
I slowly untangled Kenzo’s body from mine before slipping out of bed.
I found one of his silk button-ups and put it on before walking over to his easel and sitting down in front of it.
