67. My Life

Christian was sleeping peacefully on the couch, his right hand resting on his both eyes, covering them properly.

"How could he sleep so fast ?",Samson questioned, murmuring to himself.

"Moreover, from where did he manage to arrange this couch?

As far as I remember this couch was not in this room, till today's morning.",He mumbled to himself, recalling how easily he broke his promise to let him touch him tonight.

"Did he do all this to stay away from me?",Samson asked, staring at his sleeping figure.

"If he did all this hard work just to stay away from me, then he had left no other option in front of me ,now.",Samson smirked, walking towards the couch on which he was sleeping.

Christian's heart started pounding fast in his chest, sensing Samson taking long steps towards him as he was not sleeping in reality but he had no other option than to act in front of him, to avoid getting close to him once again.

In a swirl motion, Samson scooped out Christian in his arms, making him feel goose