When he at back down I half whimpered, which he took as ‘But I want more’, rather than ‘Ow that hurt, please don’t do that’. Dylan was always bored, and always eating too. “Its ok, it wasn’t a bad thing,” he kissed the back of my neck, “besides, its nice to know how you really feel.”
“But couldn’t you just ask,” I mumbled hoping he hadn’t heard. I sat up slowly and opened my eyes, wrapping my arms around my legs and pulling my knees to my chin. “Thanks for the midnight show, Paul.” Dylan replied. He made a confused face, flattened out my hair, and went to the cupboard. I let out a quite moan. That one was a little easier to find considering I’d nearly ran in there looking for the toilet. “I’ve been awake for a hours, watching you sleep, your so cute when you sleep,” he said, running his hand through my hair and kissing my neck, “especially when you start sleep talking,” grinning as he whispered into my ear.
