Chapter 212 - 5.22 Sweet Dreams
Kai didn’t leave after dinner and he didn’t leave either when the sun fully set into the horizon and the light gradually faded from the sky. Terra stared at him in confusion. Until when would he stay here?
So far, he had been comfortable with Kai’s presence in his room. The sentinel was mostly silent, doing something on his phone whilst Terra would secretly sketch his side profile, focusing heavily on the rendering of his eyes and his thick eyelashes; the way it lowered in concentration, the way the color shifted against the light. It had been fun, meditative even. Their breathing and the crayon running across paper were the only sounds reverberated in the room. Kai had been a very enjoyable company, but Terra had no idea how he would react if this kept on any longer, especially when his lips were still tingling from their kiss and body still felt too tight in his own skin.
He couldn’t help but be reminded that just a few hours ago, he was still straddling Kai’s lap unabashedly, learning how to coil his own tongue with his and sucked it into his own mouth. They had separated when Terra felt the change in his body. It... It was too shameful to be mentioned. Before Kai noticed anything, Terra had pushed himself off the man and locked himself in the bathroom, only going out after his skin barely cooled down and the sentinel had knocked on the door for the fourth time, asking again and again if Terra was okay and threatening to knock the door down if he was still silent.
Even then, Terra had a hard time looking directly into his eyes, otherwise his heart would go jackrabbiting again.
"Oh, you didn’t know?" The corner of Lu Yizhou’s lips tilted up after Terra wrote the question down and showed it to him. He looked smug and pleased with himself but when Terra blinked, he looked like his usual self again. Huh, must be a trick of light. "My room was destroyed by yesterday’s fire. So I will be staying here for a while."
He said... what?! Terra froze, the crayon crushed in his palm.
Lu Yizhou came close and gently peeled the broken crayon out of his hand before putting it on the nightstand. "You don’t like it?" He inquired carefully. "It’s okay if you don’t. I will ask Doctor Wyatt for another—"
Terra shook his head, his cheeks flaming.
"Alright." He chuckled.