It was entirely dark when Brandon woke up. He was in bed with someone and that had to be killian.
For once, Brandon did not need to check who it was because his body reacted to the person next to him. In a way it never had and not to mention, the scent that Killian had, that only Killian had.
Slowly, Brandon shifted away from the bed, trying not to wake Killian while he did that. He was successful. First, he used the washroom before going out into the living room. It was one in the night.
That would explain why Killian was sleeping and not working.
Brandon placed his hand on his stomach. He was feeling hungry now. Reaching over to the Fridge, he pulled out a few scones for himself.
Scones and jam it is. It was one of the things he ate as a snack, all the time as a kid. It was funny how he had reverted back to it as a midnight snack again. Maybe he could find the same quality of scones in America as well.
