Kon wiped his hair with the towel he found in the bathroom. He was only putting on his boxers. Since his work clothes were damp, he didn't bother to put them on.
“Here, I got some pyjamas for you.” The man rose from the bed he was sitting on and strode over to Kon.
“Thank you.” Kon tried to walk towards the bed, but the man stopped him.
“Your hair is damp. Let me help you dry it.” He tried to take the towel, Kon was wiping his hair with, from him.
“Thank you for the offer, but I will do it myself.” Kon politely smiled.
“Why?” The man took a step forward, and Kon took one back.
“What are you doing?” He frowned at the man.
“Since the first day I saw you, I wanted to make you mine, Jerry.” He took another step until he was standing a hair breath from Kon.
“What do you mean?” Kon scowled at the man.
“You are now in my house.” The man touched Kon's cheeks. “I never thought it will be possible, but here we are.” He smirked.
