April 8th, xxxy
IT IS AS IF THEIR minds synced. As Precious enters Kamil's house, Kamil is coming out from a room and stops when he sees Precious, face lighting up.
Imitating the smile, Precious strides to him and hugs him: arms round his neck, and sheathing his face in it. He inhales Kamil's familiar scent: sage, spice and everything nice, chest full and warm when Kamil hugs him back.
"What's happening?"
"What? I can't hug my boyfriend anymore?"
If it's possible, Kamil squeezes him even tighter. "You can. But, you made an error."
"What's that?"
"I'm not letting you go."
Dropping his head between his shoulder, Kamil motorboats him: the sound so similar and loud, it's almost as if there is a motorboat in the room with them.
