The were-idols mate

I smile and he lets go of my hands, with one hand he runs his fingers through my hair and gently guides my face closer to his, eventually leaning me in to rest my head on his chest. His other arm wraps around me, I hope he never lets go.



While in that moment against his chest, I could only think about what I could do to make his heart pound.



Next thing I know, “Babe, we need to go before they find out we've been gone for too long".

Warning:slow burn romance