Raziel picked him up in his arms effortlessly and took him to his room. He laid him on the bed and tucked him in. Rocco looked charming and peaceful when Raziel stared at him for some time before turning to leave and without even realizing that Rocco was holding onto his shirt, as he was about to move away from the bed Rocco dragged his shirt subconsciously and Raziel fell onto him. Rocco instantly woke up and the two locked gazes with each other. Raziel's breath hitched as his eyes took a memory picture of every detail of Rocco's face. He murmured to himself saying:
'I am trying to; but I can't look away'
Raziel gulped meanwhile Rocco was lost and confused, he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or if it was reality. Raziel was standing close to him, he could see his face clearly, feel his every breath and the warmth that emanated from his body was intoxicating every detail about Raziel's body was now edged to his memory now.
