His First Friend
Damian became even more affectionate toward me after he told me of his demon. He kept holding me, not letting me go, and that made me smile and laugh all day. He was the most affectionate man I had ever known, and I didn’t even know that he could get more affectionate. But who was I to deny his affections?
After dinner, we washed the dishes together, with him throwing bubbles at me. He was playful and relaxed, and I loved him being this way.
We took a shower together and dried each other bodies, tickling each other, and giggling. We were happy. He pulled me along to the bed, both of us naked, of course, and he sat back against the headboard, positioning me, so I was straddling him. I could feel us against each other, but he didn’t do anything about it.
He looked at me instead, smiling softly while caressing my face, brushing my hair away from my face.