Page 128 of From Drummer to Gamer

In the next instance, he lifted me in his arms effortlessly, like I didn’t weigh a thing. I didn’t even complain as I nuzzled closer to his warmth.

“Do you want to cuddle and sleep?”

“Yes,” I said happily.

Ever since LA, I’d wanted him snuggled with me as I fell asleep. And I didn’t want to sleep any other way for the rest of my life.

“Mind if we go to my room? My bed is bigger.”

I perked up, nodding. I’d never been inside his room before because he was always at mine. Now, my curiosity was piqued. Hmm, what was it like? Did it smell like him?

In a few quick strides, we reached his room. And it was big, very, very big. The same floor-to-ceiling windows covered the far wall, with a huge, dark wood king-size bed dominating the center of the room. A lone black armchair was by the windows, and a table sat at the foot of the bed. Other than that, the room was minimalistic with soft brown walls matching the wooden flooring.

Matty plopped me in the middle of his bed and took my lips in a soft kiss. Just then, my stomach growled loudly.

“You hungry?” He raised a brow.

We did have dinner a while ago, but maybe all this gaming had me hungry for food.

“Maybe for some Cheetos?” I asked sweetly, blinking innocently.

I knew he couldn’t resist because he nodded, padding out of the room. Matty was adamant that I eat healthy if I were to consume massive amounts of Cheetos. But sometimes a girl just wanted her Cheetos.

I’d just settled myself over a mountain of pillows when he came back carrying my favorite Cheetos. “Here you go.” He handed it to me. “And you sleep here.” He rolled me over to the other side of the bed while he situated himself in the position that I vacated, the side closer to the door.

An annoyed sigh left my lips as I peeled my Cheetos open and munched on a few. “I don’t know why you’re always so obsessed with positioning me.”

“Not positioning. I keep you to my right,” Matty stated, holding my gaze as he watched from his side.

My brows furrowed. “To your right?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”Did he have a position fetish or something?

“I’m permanently deaf in my left ear, although I’ve gotten used to it. Sometimes I miss things, and I don’t ever want to miss a word you say, firecracker,” Matty whispered with a small smile as he grazed his thumb along my cheek.

My eyes stung. “You can’t hear?”

“Most things, if I don’t pay much attention.”

I threw my Cheetos away, not hungry anymore. “Why didn’t you say something?” My voice cracked through the wobble in my lips.

He shrugged.

“How did it happen?”

“I was born with it.”

Tears trickled down my cheeks as I jumped into his arms, hugging him tight.

“Don’t cry for me, firecracker,” he whispered, sliding his hand softly over the curve of my back.

“Is it hard?”

“At first, yes. It made me an angry kid. I was slow at school, and everything frustrated me, but Tru gave me my music, and everything became much easier. He changed my life and made me realize there was so much more to life. Sometimes it’s hard to focus when I’m in a crowd or when there are too many people talking, but I’ve gotten good at it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, cradling his face.