Bed Sheets.
Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story.
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"You're so clueless, it bothers me."
He frowned, "What does that mean-"
"You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late."
"My portfoli-"
"There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away.
Eric didn't.
Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..."
He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?"
"I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about-"
"I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand.
Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out.
"I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed.
Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again.
"Why me?" he asked quietly.
Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine."
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