Kade rested his chin on Ren's shoulder. "I hate it." I hate that there are so many people occupying your heart. So much to make you this sad.
"Hate what?" Ren asked, wiggling slightly to find a more comfortable position, but Kade only tightened his hold.
"I hate your clothes," Kade said as his hands drilled inside Ren's white sweater. "They keep me away from you."
Ren hissed as cold hands slipped under his white sweater, making him jolt from the sensation.
"Hey! Why are you acting like you've got a skin hunger or something?" Ren twisted, his blush intensifying when Kade's hands boldly roamed across his torso.
The black-haired male only laughed. His big hands unapologetically wandered across Ren's sides while tickling him slightly. Ren's face flushed deeper as he wriggled, but there was no escaping the tight embrace.
"Stop that!" Ren half-laughed, half-scolded his lover.
