Forget It happened

He reached forward to grab his shirt which was on the right side of Geran’s still sleeping body and was just leaning away with it in his hands when he saw Geran’s eyes flutter open.

The slight confusion in his eyes was obvious as he looked at Darun, looked around, and at himself before his eyes finally settled back on Darun.

He slowly opened his mouth, about to speak when Darun beat him to it.

“We’ll never speak of this ever again. We were drunk and nothing happened,” Darun said speaking clearly and as confidently as he could as he looked at Geran’s eyes which he could clearly see were still fixed on his exposed chest.

On his chest were tiny bite marks. His neck was covered in it. Some were too tiny to be properly seen, while others were big and glaring.

“I wouldn’t call that nothing,” Geran replied plopping himself up using his left elbow, not at all caring about his own half-naked state.

“The ones on my body are even more than the ones I gave you,” Geran spoke, not at all hiding the