When Carrin woke up the previous evening, his first thought was that he had died and flew to heaven.
The place he was lying in, felt soft and extremely comfortable, and he was surrounded by warmth all around.
When he dared to blink his eyes open, he almost screamed and jolted out of the bed on realising that he was in his master's master bedroom.
Presently, he scrubbed the kitchen counter top mindlessly, since his mind was floating around the twenty seven year old handsome he served to. He kept feeling giddy on wondering how he would've carried him there and why to his bedroom instead of the attic.
Maybe because he couldn't bother climbing the stairs with my fat ass, he concluded.
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