“Hey, wake up.”
Those three words are spoken, and I stir slightly.
I know that voice: low, commanding and seductive, yet kind and peaceful.
“Come on, Ren, haven’t you got work today?”
I open my eyes slowly, exposing myself to the bright room I had slept in. Royal blue walls and a navy ceiling, a four poster bed and ornate ornaments decorate the room. Arching my back, I stretch my arms upwards and yawn.
“Hmph, you’re rather adorable when you do that.”
I turn to face the calm voice, and the owner of the voice smirks back at me.
“Of course, Ren, you sounded so much more adorable in bed last night.”
I blush a vivid crimson with my head in my hands.
“Please - not right now, Camus.”
The blonde kneels on the floor in front of the bed, his face straight.
“Ren… I’m worried that I hurt you last night. Was it okay? Are you alright now?”
I reach towards Camus, and he closes his eyes worriedly, expecting a slap. However, I place my warm palms along his jaw, cupping his face, and he opens his eyes to stare at me. A smirk decorates my face, and I laugh breathlessly.
“I’m fine now, Myu. Thank you for worrying.”
I place a small kiss to Camus’ lips, and he turns away, smirking.
‘My boyfriend may be cruel towards some, but there are good intentions in it, and I love that about him.’