4.20 Just One Night

Oh no. 

No, this couldn't be happening.

Heimo screwed his eyes shut before opening them once again, yet the scene in front of him remained the same. The familiar silkiness under his cheek, the rhythmic breathing, the light blue garment… He cursed under his breath. He had, somehow, found his way into Jingxue-Jun's embrace again. The dejavu was too strong, it was practically a reenactment of this morning's event. The sun hadn't even made its round fully yet but here he was, pressed tightly against Jingxue-Jun's side with his arm swung casually across the man's torso.