Twenty-seven

As Ethan was about to open the door, the other end had already opened it. "Troye? I said I was just quick."

Troye tilted his head and showed him the time. "It's been twenty minutes. I'm sure returning that bowl doesn't even take 5 minutes."

"Yeah, we had chatted a little. I'm sorry I did not keep track of the time," Ethan said as he sat down on the couch and patted his lap. "You said you wanted to sleep on my lap. Come here."

Troye placed his head comfortably on Ethan's lap. He felt Ethan brushing his hair, and so he did close his eyes. "This is heavenly."

Ethan kept brushing Troye's hair, and he leaned his head on the couch. Little did he know he fell asleep.

He woke up from the smell of the dish that was given by Chad earlier. He looked down and saw that Troye was not sleeping on his lap. Following the smell, he knew it came from the kitchen. There, it was Troye who was reheating the food with his apron. His broad shoulders move elegantly as he s