#Chapter8

He stepped slowly to the sleeping figure. He stretched his hand to grip the younger's arms that was lying peacefully on the bed but out of the blanket, whole of his body was under blanket wrapped perfectly and one pillow clutched between his chest and right hand under the blanket.

His long lashes lying proudly on his rosy bread cheeks and the soft curve of the nose. His pulp lips slightly parted and soft snores making their way out of them. The figure made Jonathan stunned on his place. He can't hurt him. He already did a lot to this innocent being.

Why am I getting soft on him?...