Len POV: A Shift In Feelings

"Thank you for having me over... ... ... And well, um... Meeting my brother with me. You really didn't need to but..." I smiled sheepishly as I rubbed the back of my nape as Dameon arches and eyebrow before patting his lap.

My cheeks flushed redder than it already was at the implications of his gesture, however, before I could think to reject the offer— my feet had already found it's way traversing the small distance between us and headed in his direction. Before long, I was standing just an arm's reach from him as Dameon brushes the tips of his fingers against the back of my palm while my heart began to race.

"Are you playing coy, now? There's honestly no reason to do so." Dameon smirks as I suddenly found myself literally getting whisked off my feet as he sat me on his lap.