That night, much to the pair's shared disappointment, no seduction activities occurred. Instead, after flying back, reporting in to Aunt Yeung about everything that had happened out in the forest, the pair had fallen into bed together and asleep.
They hadn't even managed a single kiss, they were that exhausted.
But just because nothing had happened the night before didn't mean nothing could happen the next morning.
Misha lay completely still and watched as the light from the rising sun gradually creeped in through the window and caressed Bran's profile. Misha sighed. He wanted to caress him too but he controlled himself.
He himself was still feeling tired from the day before and he guessed Bran was even more so. He'd seen Aunt Yeung the night before and her ashen complexion told him enough to know that setting up the defenses of the manor was no simple feat.
But still. Maybe if he just moved a little closer…
