Dameon's POV
"I really need to go home. Even if it's just to stop by for a moment. Thank you for the hospitality, I'll see you at work tomorrow." Len smiles as he stands by the door of the entryway.
I knew I had to let him leave, however though my mind knew that I should, my body refused to comply.
"I do, but... It... I... It's irresponsible of me to simply let you leave after—" I tried to come up with another excuse when Len presses his index finger against my lips and hints at me to keep my thoughts a secret.
I frowned at the idea and instead pulled him to my body as I hugged his waist. His small frame easily fit my arms as I held him close to me and took in his scent.
The smell of my soap and detergent... Along with his signature fruity scent... Where exactly is the good in goodbye?
"Mm... Dameon... A-any longer is..." Len tries to slip away again as I silenced him with a kiss.
