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Two bottles, split between himself and his aunt Miriana of expensive wine aged thirty years had gone down ----- talks of his future were had and he recalled so much being said about... well, all of it. Niko knew already that he was in love with Melanie Kent. That had never been a secret, in fact even then it was grossly obvious, but to sit at the kitchen bar with his aunt, listening to even her gush over his choice in woman was.... almost sobering. It left him feeling soft, an emotional wreckage that had once been the remains of his heart suddenly growing back their layers over time. It had to have been seven months that they had been together and so much in their lives had changed --- and hell, now they owned a home together and it seemed as if their future was only getting brighter.
With such a swell of positive emotions rushing through him, Niko parted ways with his aunt wearing a slight stagger in his step, and a wine-drunk smile on his face as he made his way up the stairs to his room where he’d left Melanie to make a couple of calls and likely, considering the hour, fall asleep. It was how he found her in their bed, wrapped up in the sheet that he paused, simply taking in the sight of her and the slight breeze coming from the open window which swept the room in ocean air. Finally, after he took in all he could handle, he pulled his shirt over his head, changed into the thin pair of pajama pants he’d brought with him and crawled to her side in order to pull her body tighter to his - an arm wrapped around her waist. “ --- Hey,” he mumbled against her ear, nuzzling her playfully, peppering kisses against her skin, @melanie-kent