Lenford : The Contrast Between Imagination and Reality
"How did two hours pass by so quickly?" Len grumbles as he rubs his lower back while we walk towards Doyle's neighborhood.
"Why are you asking the obvious?" I lightly squeezed his butt, earning an embarrassed push to my face as he shakily walked ahead of me.
"Hold up, you need to watch your step." I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his waist as I steadied his body.
"Damn you... So rough when you already had your way with me the night before..." Len grumbled, glaring at me as I simply flashed an innocent smile in his direction.
Before long, we exited the park and reached a block of apartments. I fished out a piece of paper from my pocket as I glanced at the address listed on it and led Len towards the guardhouse to inform the security officers of our visit instead of looking like a bunch of intruders.