In Andrzej's Bedroom

"It's nothing" Dominik announced, not wanting to disturb the man he loved.

"Come here to me," the photographer pulled him towards him, and Dominik lost his balance. He fell right into his hot, strong arms. "Do you want me to turn on the light?"

While it was a shame to admit that a grown man was a little afraid of the dark, Dominik nodded shyly.

"Only a bedside lamp," he asked. Thanks to this, he will be able to see Andrzej's facial features.

Nowicki made the room glow with a faint yellow-orange glow with one move.

"I said you don't have to sleep alone," Andrzej reproached him, covering him with a duvet and pressing him tightly against him.

"I have to. I am too weak, too little independent. All I can do is worry those I love. "

"Nonsense" muttered indignant Nowicki, gently caressing his hair. "Everyone needs a second person sometimes. We are a gregarious species after all."