Chapter Six
In which he's acting weird.
Ayne Kent.
For fifteen hours,
I let myself idle in thoughts as the i***t beside me continuous to cuddle by my side, sleeping soundly and comfortably... might I add. To say that I was confused with everything that's happening right now would be a huge understatement. Ever since I came back to the city, I never had a real conversation with this i***t. Let alone touch him. And right now, to see him came up to me and demanded to be in this position that we're in... I have to say that I was flabbergasted.
What even happened? Did—
My thoughts were cut by the small buzz of my phone and that small groan that was released from the i***t. Crap! I limit my motions to grab that damn thing; I was careful enough not to wake him up because heav
