KIAN
I thought that shutting Lain off would help me contain my lust. But it appears that my planning backfired. I am growing more and more attached to Lain. It is like he has bound me with a string and is pulling me toward him.
Three weeks of resisting him. Three weeks of resisting that need to touch him randomly like I used to. Three weeks of resisting the urge to annoy the shit out of him. And after three weeks of nothing, I am as miserable as someone can manage to be.
But one thing is obvious: Lain seemed a little bothered about how I behaved for the last three weeks, but he thought better of it and didn't voice it. Typical Lain. It made me just as pleased as I was pissed at myself.
"We are staying here?" Lain scans the cottage up and down with a judgmental look on his face.
"Yes." I guide the horde of Huskies to the backyard where their shelter is. "This is the best around the area."
