Damen could have wrestled twenty men and not felt as exhausted as he felt at this precise moment. He tipped his head back against the cushions of the couch, eyeing Laurent from the corner of his gaze.
"You couldn't make any of this simple for me, could you." It was not a question. Laurent was here to complicate his life. That was his sole purpose, Damen had decided.
His anger at Laurent had faded in the wake of the kind actions - more than kind - he had bestowed upon Isander, but Damen's personal weariness and longing for a night of pure, uncomplicated affection left him feeling hollow and lonely.
"Where will you spend the night?" There was no artifice in the question. He needed to know how to plan, he could never stop planning around Laurent. He thought longingly of curling up with a soft, pliant body, a spill of fair hair across his shoulder. His face might have betrayed that longing.
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"You couldn't make any of this simple for me, could you." It was not a question. Laurent was here to complicate his life. That was his sole purpose, Damen had decided.
His anger at Laurent had faded in the wake of the kind actions - more than kind - he had bestowed upon Isander, but Damen's personal weariness and longing for a night of pure, uncomplicated affection left him feeling hollow and lonely.
"Where will you spend the night?" There was no artifice in the question. He needed to know how to plan, he could never stop planning around Laurent. He thought longingly of curling up with a soft, pliant body, a spill of fair hair across his shoulder. His face might have betrayed that longing.