When Brandon woke up again, Killian was not touching him, so it made slipping out of bed very easy. He went to the washroom first, instantly reminded of what had transpired in between them. Washed his hands and face before brushing his teeth. After that, he went into the kitchen with the basket of his laundry.
He put on his coffee first, letting it drip before deciding to put the clothes in the washing machine. It would take them sometime, and that time would be enough for him to sip his coffee through.
The toy that was perfect for him to think. Just as his coffee was ready, he took the cup and sat down in the room after drawing in the curtains. The light had given his living room a natural hue that was perfectly fine to sit in.
What just happened. He took a sip. How could I allow that to happen? That was too far. What happened in the trial room was too far, this was taking it to another step father. I have to put a stop to this. To all of This.
