Ethan
Demyan laid half on me as we cuddled against each other in the cinema room. We had finally taken a shower after Demyan stopped running around like a naked toddler and a long soak in the jacuzzi. He looked adorable dressed in my big clothes with his hair pulled up into a ponytail.
He was munching on dried fruits like a little rabbit as we watched a documentary on World War II since that had always been our thing.
"Do you want some?" He held a dried fruit to my lips which I greedily ate up, making him giggle before he pressed a kiss to my lips. He had kissed me probably a thousand times since the pool and I did not think he was planning on slowing down either. "Isn't this nice? Just you and I like how things used to be."
I nodded with a small smile, "I wished you would stay."
"Me too," he sighed then snuggled up against me, "I think we need to make a pact."
"About?" I quirked my eyebrow.
