Dameon leans my head on his shoulder as he gently strokes my arm. The contents of the movie we were watching lost in white noise as my focus lingered on the beating of my heart.
The confusion I felt as I tried to piece our relationship felt insignificant now that he was beside me. His touch felt gentle and warm as he treated me tenderly that my worries easily become secondary.
"Len... You've gone quiet. Is the movie not to your liking?" Dameon asks as I jolt from the startle that he was suddenly talking to me.
"Ah? Uh... It's... Fine...? I'm sorry... I wasn't really paying attention..." I lowered my gaze as he strokes my cheek affectionately before resting his forehead against mine.
"Are you tired? Feeling ill, perhaps?" Dameon asks as he touched my cheeks with the back of his hands before I shook my head.
"N-no... I was just... Thinking about you..." I met his gaze, the rest of the words caught in my throat as his gaze soften.
