“Bubbles,” he said, leaning over to regain his breath as he held a finger up. “We need to talk.”
“Romeo,” the man said. He had been sitting at his desk, his glasses on his face, with the sunlight pouring in behind him from the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. “Isn’t it too early for you to be hounding me already? I’m in a meeting.”
“Mute yourself,” Ash said when he finally held his breath back. He turned around and closed the door before leaning on it, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at him. His blonde hair was messy, and his dark brown eyes were hidden behind those black-rimmed glasses. He was surprisingly in his black silk pyjamas, and Ash couldn’t help but stare at the man.
But when the recurrent dreams appeared at the forefront of his mind, he did not blush as he kept
