KIAN
Can people develop a habit in two days? If so, then I have developed a forbidden habit in two mornings. The habit is: cuddling Lain.
Well, I have conflicted feelings about this. Lain feels so nice and warm against my skin, and he fits in my arm so perfectly that it almost feels like he was tailor-made for me.
I have never thought that I would be interested in sleeping—much less cuddling—with someone after I am done fucking them. But there is something about Lain. He has the most delicious scent I have ever smelled. He is softer than half the female population. He is not too tiny like most other women. He is just the perfect size.
In other words, sleeping with Lain brings me comfort. I can't deny it.
I bury my head in the crook of Lain's neck, breathing in the soothing scent of cherry blossom and fresh spring. My arms tighten around him for a smidge before I pull away and let go. Lain is a heavy sleeper. He wouldn't wake up until I woke him up, and I won't do it.
