When I was confronted as to why I was in his home, I laid my feelings bare. However if I were in a similar position, I'd have probably apprehended the person and called the authorities.
Len is a little too kind... Or maybe a bit of a pushover. I guess that's how he was moulded into as he grew up in his broken home.
I caressed his cheek, noticing his lips quiver and pucker slightly as I brushed my thumb across his lower lip. A smile tugged on my lips as I leaned in a little closer, leaving about an inch from our faces as I felt his breath tickle my cheeks.
"W-why are you so close?! You're—" Len gasps as his eyelids pried open from the shock, probably a result of his peeking. After that little show of defiance, not wanting to look at my face. What a lil' cutie.
