Lenford: Conflict

"I-it's hot..." Len sighs as I peel the sweater off his body. 

"Yeah... Your body feels so warm." I stroked his chest, groping and fondling his body as I marveled at how hot he felt to the touch.

"I told you to take it off." Len pulls away from me, laying flat on his back as he fans himself with his hand.

"Well, I welcome you with open arms when you're cold and need some warming up to do." I draped my legs off the sheets, deciding to grab us a cup of warm water when my feet bumped against the smooth feeling of a phone.

I picked it up, inspecting said phone when I realised it belonged to Len. The screen turned on, displaying a message notification on it.

I inspected the number, but it didn't belong to anyone I knew nor does the message make any sense since there was no particular context. I shrugged it off and cleared the notification since it could likely be spam and handed the phone to Len since he did mention he couldn't find it earlier.