Damian
My heart crushes when I feel Bryan’s back stiffen when I pull him against me, while we lie on my wide bed, tears forming in my eyes, his butt pressed against my crutch area. He has decided to stay subsequently- not that he had a choice after I refused to leave the house, his silly accusations about Mark and myself bothering me to where I started to panic. I dreaded that he wouldn’t come back.
“Don’t touch me,” he scornfully mutters and straightens his body, but my hand that is reached over him and across his waist pulls him back into me…a bit aggressively and my nose is in between the strands of his lengthy hair. He smells like my shampoo but I can still get that deep original ‘Bryan’ scent of him.
My other hand is beneath his neck, stretched out, clasping his hand which is opene
