Maeve's POV

Around half past ten I entered our apartment, Seth was typing away on his laptop on the sofa and looked up my way but before he could say anything I spoke.
"I'm really tired, I'll just crash." I said, crossing the hall with long steps and making my way to my room. Seth didn't say anything, but I knew he wanted to.

All I needed was a hot water bath and a bed. I lowered myself into my bathtub, moaning at the feel of the hot water touching my tired muscles. I loved the berry aroma that wafted as I moved the water, the bath bomb might have been one of strawberry or cherry and it was acting like a caffeine substitute. After about half an hour, just when I was dozing off and the water was getting cold, I decided it was time to shift to the bed.

I tied my bathrobe securely around myself and existed the bathroom but halted in my steps upon seeing Seth on my bed. The site of him in bed inviting, he was wearing a simple white T shirt with a few buttons undone that only made it harder for me to focus. Which I assume was unintentional. Either way, my husband sure was a sight for sore eyes. I didn't hide the fact that I was looking at him, it made the entire process a lot easier.

"Hello?" I said instead, though jumping him was all my brain could think of, suddenly my bones didn't feel that tired. I wasn't the only one thinking along that line, Seth's eyes seemed to be drinking in every aspect of me and dare I say he liked what he saw. The blue looked almost black in the dim light, it made his gaze more intense. He was openly appreciating me and it was an addictive experience that I wanted a repeat of for the rest of my life.

"I wanted to ask you if you were okay." His eyes shifted as I moved towards him, must his blue oasis always drown me? I sat on the edge of the bed beside him, an action that caused the bathrobe to part slightly which caught Seth's attention but he shifted his attention soon after to my face.

"I am, what a stranger says doesn't quite phase me and I don't think he'll be troubling me anymore. What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything he didn't deserve." Seth said in distaste. He was staring at the door, probably recalling what had occurred.
"Seth, I only told you because I thought we should share our issues. I didn't want you to cause any harm to Jake Herondale." Seth was close enough that his woodsy scent encased me but I didn't let that deter me from what I was trying to convey. Which was a lot harder said than done.

"While I appreciate that and want nothing more than to return the favour, he over stepped by a mile. He shouldn't have approached you and said things that were so disrespectful." I could see him getting angrier so I couldn't stop myself from placing a hand on his forearm, on his naked forearm. His muscles were stiff under my hold, somehow just a little touch was enough to make my heart race.

"Seth, it's okay." I said, trying to ignore the warmth that was spreading through my palm. He was looking at me intently, though his expression was still angry.

"How was the rest of the day?" He asked, perhaps to distract himself.

"The usual." I replied, feeling tired again.

"Actually, I had something to tell you." Seth said, I forced my eyes to stay open as I nodded for him to continue.

"You remember Ben?" The name was vaguely familiar so I nodded, "He is in town and will be staying here for the weekend." I was staring at Seth with my mouth agape. I put a face to the name now, Ben was one of Seth's groomsmen who was either unaware of Seth and I's arrangement or was a really good actor. Though, Seth's best man, Vincent, was the only one I had spent a considerable time talking to, I recall the other three groomsmen.

"And yes, he doesn't know about how we got engaged and things like that, to him I married for love." I winced at the end of the sentence.
"That means that..?" I trailed off, raising an eyebrow at him.

"We'll have to share a room until he leaves." Until he leaves.
I just nodded in agreement, it wasn't the first time Seth and I would share a room. Though the thought of it made my heart skip a beat.

"When is he coming?" I asked.
"Well, he should be arriving any time now."

"What do you mean?! Seth! All my stuff is in this room!" I got up from the bed and started emptying the bed side table of personal things.

"I don't think he'd find it odd that your clothes and other things are in this room, " he paused, "infact, he wouldn't really now, the only thing we need to be careful about is that you need to be in my room." 

"I don't like the idea of tiptoeing in my own house." I said. Seth was standing before me now and had cupped both my cheeks in his hands forcing me to look into his eyes. He was walking on thin ice, any more and I was sure we would both drown.

"You don't have to, we'll be just like how we are now. Except the sleeping arrangements." His minty breath was hitting my face as he spoke, just a few inches and I would be kissing him.

I don't know who bent in first, but right when our lips were brushing lightly, the bell rang, startling us both.
"Er, I'll get the door." Seth dropped his arms and went out to do as he said.
I jumped into action and took a pair of pajamas. I was in Seth's room before Ben could see me.

I heard them talking and laughing at something, it was way past eleven. I considered the idea of going out to greet him but then thought against it, he was Seth's friend and they needed some time to catch up without a stranger intruding their space. Besides, if Seth wanted to reintroduce me, he would have called me.
I changed into my pajama shorts and a singlet, I wondered for a moment if my clothing was too revealing. But it wasn't the first time I had worn it to sleep, Seth had seen me in a handful of times so it shouldn't be a bother.

I took one side of his bed and let my head sink into the pillow. The entire bed smelt of Seth, it was like I was hugging him and it felt amazing. Just fell a little short of the actual man but I could settle for just the feeling. Everything about the bed felt more comfortable than mine, and it wasn't the mattress that was the cause of that.

Being a light sleeper, I could hear Seth enter our room later that night he was moving around silently but I kept my eyes closed even when I felt him hovering over me. He gently pushed back a few strands of my hair and placed a feather-like kiss on my forehead, it was so light I almost thought I imagined it.

He got under the quilt from the other side, we always had ample of space between us when we slept on the same bed so I wasn't surprised when that night was no different. Not that it mattered, his bed was a good enough substitute for his body.

The next morning I woke up before Seth, so I took time to appreciate his resting face. God knows he created that man to perfection. I could look at him for years and still would not be able to get enough of him. The sunlight was hitting the side of his face that was turned to me and I was mesmerised by his every feature.

If he was allowed to kiss me while I slept, it was only fair that I could stop resisting the urge to trace his jawline.
I let my fingertips gently graze his stubble, and then over his lips. I was so entranced by him I didn't realise that I had woken him up.

"I could get used to waking up like this." I immediately attempted to pull my hand back but he caught my wrist and pulled it to him to place a kiss on my palm.

"Good morning." I said, acting absolutely casual about my embarrassment that I'm sure my red cheeks were a clear indication of.
"Good morning" He smiled, letting go of my hand so I could get off the bed. Just as I was about to leave his room he stopped me.

"Wait, where are you going?" He asked as if I had done the most absurd thing.
"To me room? To change my clothes?" I looked at him with confusion.

"In that?" He did a once over but his eyes lingered much longer than they should've. With it my skin heated up, I cleared my throat and hoped that I could distract myself from his scrutiny.
I followed his gaze and saw my singlet had risen a little bit, I pulled it down and shrugged.

Seth just got off the bed and shook his head at me, also, the fact that he wore nothing but boxers was absolutely fine. I once again got lost just observing him. His slightly long hair swayed with his movement.
He brought out a white shirt that was ironed and handed it to me.
I just cocked my head at him.

"Wear that." He stated to which I frowned but pulled it on anyway.
He came close and rolled up the sleeves.

"Good." He said, smiling at me. I found myself mirroring his smile, just because he looked so lovingly at me.The shirt was huge for me, it covered most of my pajama shorts and drowned me in it but I wouldn't dream of leaving it's comfort.

I turned around to leave but before I did I looked at a satisfied Seth and said, "I'm letting this slide this once, but what I wear really isn't your decision."

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