Dameon: Dinner

I awoke to a mouthwatering scent and a ticklish sensation on my cheeks before said sensation irritated my nostrils and incited me to sneeze. I rubbed my nose, fluttering my eyelids open only to find a white cat sitting on my lap as it stares at my face.

I cleared my throat, wiping the most likely dumb expression off my face as I glanced around the dimly lit room in search of a clock. I grabbed a phone off the bedside table, seeing the time was a little after 10:40pm.

Work had ended fairly early today and I had gone home for a quick change of clothes before arriving at Dameon's house after he personally invited me over during break. We spent the rest of the time having sex after that, so dinner was delayed.

Which brought me back to the present as I gently placed Dameon's cat on the other side of the bed before draping my feet off the covers. My stomach grumbling from the tantalising scent of garlic and onions as I wobbled towards the direction it came from.