"Whew! That was delicious!" Lane leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach with delight. The breakfast made by Damien tasted even better than it looked, and after all the time spent in the Allen family's mansion, where he hardly had any appetite, it was exactly what he needed to recover (or, well, at least a part of it). Now that he was refreshed and his stomach was full…
"Should we go for another round?" he flashed Damien a charming smile.
But, unfortunately (at least according to Lane, who still wanted nothing more but to drag things out and dodge 'the talk'), Damien wouldn't be so easily swayed.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" he furrowed his brows.
"Um…" Lane scratched his chin. "Thank you for the meal?"
"Not that."
"Thank you for lending me clothes?"
"Not that."
"Thank you for letting me shower?"
"…"
"…Thank you for the steamy night?"
"Lane."
