Len POV:The Late Night Intruder
"Wh-what are you doing...?" I froze in place, stunned by Dameon's sudden action as he embraced me from behind.
He doesn't reply as a silence eventually hung in the air. Only his breath on my nape and the warmth of his body pressed against me replied me in his stead.
For Dameon to act in such a way, it was a little odd as such an intimate gesture rarely comes into play as he was more distant with his emotions. I didn't push him away, nor did I shirk from him as his vulnerable side reminded me of myself especially in my earlier days.
We stayed in place for a minute or two, basking in the others' presence as I pictured us like two wounded dogs licking our wounds— however, perhaps he thought differently as I felt something hard pressing against my lower back.