Chapter 22

Lian awoke in his sleep, wrapped in the scent he had longed for in years. Whatever dream he may be in, he never wishes to wake up. With his eyes still closed he buried his nose in where the scent was coming from. It was like a drug to him. A drug that he could be addicted to without consequences. He nuzzled closer to the source and felt two arms wrap tightly around his waist.

Lian smiled in his half-awake state, never wanting to wake up to reality.

"Aw, Lyle, look at them. They're so cute," a voice cooed followed by a camera flash.

Lain felt like he was forcibly pulled back into reality. His eyes snapped open and were met with a shirtless chest. He could hear Keane and Lyle scramble to get out of the room, probably to avoid getting killed by Lian.

"Good morning," a deep voice greeted him

Lian knew from who exactly that voice came and it made his heart beat erratically in his chest. It feels like one wrong move and his heart will explode into pieces. Lian closed his eyes once again,