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[21] Davin.

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Morris didn't really want to open his eyes. He remained conscious, lying on the bed, trying to pull himself together in case of fatal disappointment to follow.

Tentatively, he let himself reach out across the mattress.

It still shook his bones to feel an empty spot.

Whereas most would experience this sort of abandonment after a night of fiery sexual intercourse, in Morris's case it must've been the exact opposite reason. All they did once they returned to his place was goof around, try and retrieve Noah's balloon from where it'd floated to the unproductively high ceiling, then watch a horror movie throughout which Morris could only bury his head in Noah's shoulder and whine. Then, they cuddled to sleep.

And that, was the reason Noah was gone next morning.

Morris opened his eyes. The same lonesome view he'd seen ever since his ex had become ex greeted him coldly. It made him want nothing more than to close them right back and drift off to sleep, but if he'd always given into his desires he'd be a wife-beater shirt, sweatpants and beer kind of guy for the rest of his sorry life.

But beer meant beer-belly. It was motivation enough for him to crawl to the edge of the mattress and plant his soles on the ground, one by one, two thuds echoing in the silence. No, they didn't echo, the place was packed with fancy furniture and decorations, but he was known to overdramatize.

He hunched his back and rubbed his face up and down before staring down sorrily. It was then that he felt it. The way his heart beats went a little lazy... he was kind of starting to give up.

And just as the failure became officially engraved into his chest, a ghostly hand jumped from under the bed and gripped his ankle.

"Blinking son of a cream-faced driggle-draggle!"

...

The fingers loosened up their grip and then the hand slowly inched back to where it came from. Morris gripped at his chest, feeling the madly beating heart. He'd watched a horror film last night, the kind that'd haunt him for nights to come, he wasn't ready for this kind of shenanigans!

As the main character would in any horror movie, he got to his knees and hands and peeked under the bed.

Noah lied curled up on the soft carpeted surface, staring at him with a weirded out expression.

"Y-you're...what are you doing..." Morris's voice faded into a whisper as the fact finally sunk in...

Noah hadn't left him.

Before he knew what he was doing, Morris was halfway under the bed, holding Noah's head and pecking his lips repeatedly. The young man gripped at his shoulders and rose as much as he could, which was a considerable amount of space since the bed was really high; queen style. At the end of the day, Morris was just that.

"Umpff..." Noah puffed, pulling away a little.

"What?"

"Morning breath."

Morris felt a blush creep across his cheeks. "W-well what about y-"

"Used your toothbrush."

Morris let his shoulders slump. "Right before returning here to crawl under the bed."

"I was bored."

Morris snorted, glancing around. It was nice, being in this tiny, secluded world of their own. "How long have you been up?"