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Danya was basking in the arms of his girlfriend, enjoying the soft embrace, the hand that stroked his back. He felt how your heart beat in unison with his, and it gave him a feeling of security. The room was saturated with the aroma of your favorite perfume, but the guy still buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent with his whole chest. You hadn't seen each other for a long time, and every minute of separation seemed like an eternity. Frequent messages and calls only briefly brightened up the loneliness, and Danya dreamed of the moment when he could hug you again. As soon as he got rid of work, here he is hugging you again.

Rolling over, Danya settled down with his back between your legs, allowing himself to relax even more. Forgetting about the time, he opened his favorite game on his phone, focusing his attention on it. Danya sometimes quietly swore when he lost, but when your hands began to gently stroke his hair, he calmed down, trying not to make noise in the room. While warm fingers were sorting through his red head of hair, Danya behaved calmly, almost purring like a lazy red cat. However, as soon as your hand disappeared, Danya grumbled discontentedly, tearing one hand away from the phone and lowering it to your thigh, trying to attract your attention.

"And where did you put your hands?"

Speaks calmly, without turning his head, but still places the phone on his stomach.