Returning to his room first, Josh glanced at Akira’s door on the way in order to check the lock. Seeing that it was still closed, he went to his bedroom and changed his clothes into something more comfortable. The air was warmer than usual, in fact he was awfully uncomfortable. Removing his shirt, Josh left it off and instead just slipped boxers and navy blue silken pants on.
Rubbing his warm chest, Josh sighed and walked towards Akira’s room, grabbing the keys from his former pants pocket and headed towards his servants door.
Unlocking it slowly, Josh opened it just before closing behind him and walking over to the bed. Akira was sound asleep, hugging the book against his chest which made Josh smile. He always seemed to look so calm as he slept; unless of course he was having a nightmare.
Instead of disturbing him, Josh walked to his bathroom and closed the door. Turning on the tap, he leaned over and washed his face, feeling instantly refreshed from the cold water hitting his skin. Brushing his teeth a few seconds later with the extra brush, Josh leaned against the sink, propping his hand on it and glancing at the door of the room with a casual expression.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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