บท 55: Panties In a Twist

Ethan 

Demyan sat on the floor dressed in denim shorts, calf length leather boots and one of my large black hoodies. He had decided to braid his hair into two french braids this morning which gave him the perfect look of innocence whenever he looked up to me like I was his world. 

"Do you think I can leave a few things here?" he pouted, "For when we come back then I don't have to travel with an army of bags again."

My heart stopped for a second as I gave him an adoring smile, "You're more than welcome too."

He nodded and picked a few more simple pieces to leave behind like shirts, pyjamas, jeans, trousers and whatever light hoodies and jerseys that did not take up too much space. "I'll bring a few more things next time," he smiled, "Maybe we could get a bigger closet."

"I don't know how they'd fit," I chuckled lightly as I folded my arms across my chest and leaned against the wall.