Chapter 38: Conceal don’t feel
The next week was all about adjustments. Andrew adjusted to the fact that this was now also his house, and Maxwell adjusted to how much they were the opposite.
Maxwell couldn’t cook worth a damn. Forgive his silver spoon fingers, but he’d never had the need to learn. They had had cooks and chefs or whatever they wanted to call themselves since he was young. So when he moved into his new place, the kitchen was basically just an accessory. He’d asked his assistant to stock it with whatever supplies one needed for cooking, but his assistant also grew up in a silver spoon house, so they had no idea.
They ended up just asking for advice and filling the house. What he cared more about was how much freezer or fridge space he had for prepped meals. He didn’t eat for enjoyment, he ate to survive.
Andrew, he found out, was the exact opposite.
Andrew loved food. He loved to eat. The man was also a groaner, and in anyone else, he would have found it an annoying habit, but because it was Andrew, he found it endearing. The man had impeccable table manners outside of it. It was almost as if he had been taught.
Andrew was an incredible cook as well. He made everything, and the house always smelled like a bakery in the afternoon. His assistant had even commented on how bright, and lived in the house now felt. Honestly, Maxwell couldn’t imagine living in the house without Andrew anymore.
It didn’t feel like his house anymore. There were little touches of Andrew everywhere. They’d settled on which side of the bed each of them would sleep on, and Andrew needed a glass of water and his glasses to always be on his bedside table, along with an actual alarm. Maxwell slept with sleep aides that he used to have to take every night to get a proper rest, but hadn’t needed to since Andrew had moved in.
The man was also a cuddler. Maxwell wasn’t a warm person, and often found himself cold in the middle of the night. Not anymore. Andrew made sure he was nice and cozy. He fucking hoped that the two of them never got into an argument that resulted in them sleeping in separate beds. He was afraid he would now freeze to death.
An even cuter thing Andrew was doing was following Maxwell around unconsciously like a little duckling. It was adorable, and he would release pheromones whenever Maxwell noticed him, like he was shocked, or pleased to have his attention. Honestly, every time he did it, Maxwell wanted to smother him with kisses, but he had to be responsible. Andrew was still unstable, and every time he’d kissed him, it had led to something more.