Home invasion- II

Licking his lips, he tried once again. "Despite the agreement that I did not sign because I did not feel, are you going to?"

Killian turned his body halfway to meet his eyes. Even without a word exchanged in between them, Brandon knew what his answer was. 

"Great." Bran nodded and spoke to himself as he looked away. His eyes wandered around his apartment. It was not good, not the kind he had in London, but just an average looking apartment that was a normal studio size in New York. 

It was a one bedroom apartment with a small kitchen and an even smaller bathroom. Hell, it worked out in his favour because it was easier to clean. He did not need a lot of space because there was absolutely no need for him to fill it up with anything. He was looking around his apartment, turning around to do it on the ball stool, he noticed how empty it actually worked. There was no personal touch.