The next morning I woke up, I found him still in my arms, sleeping peacefully. He hasn't got any nightmares since we both started sleeping like this. The bed's small and it's a bit uncomfortbale but I'm happy to have him in my arms. But the conversation from last night appeared suudenly.
'I don't like guys.' His words and that disgusted look came back.
"Urgh, why am I remembering it in the early morning?" I said with a small growl of irritation. Then a sharp pain invaded the thoughts. My hand's so numb from bearing his head. It's been the same for almost a week but I like making it numb till he lies in my arms. I saw the face of Song that I loved watching for the whole year. I carefully caressed the bangs that were covering his forehead.
