Chapter 9

It was late. Definitely past midnight. It had been two weeks since he and Virgil broke up and he confessed his feelings to Remy. After that, they'd agreed not to be together in a relationship yet, as he had just broken up with his boyfriend. But their work dynamic was shifting and he wasn't sure if he liked it. They would get easily distracted with each other and didn't get the work done.

Damien was still at the office, trying to do something now that Remy had gone home- but he couldn't get him out of his head. It was all Remy. Every single one of his thoughts led to his extremely gorgeous eyes, and the way his sunglasses sat perfectly on top of his head... or the freckle by his left eye contrasting perfectly with his skin- He groaned, running a hand through his hair. There was no way he was going to get anything done like that. He couldn't focus on anything. He had never been like that before, not even with Virgil. Oh, shit- was he... No, it wasn't possible. He didn't even know him.

He sighed and shut his laptop lid, putting it in his briefcase and walking out of the office to head back home. He got on his phone as he entered the elevator, texting Remy. 'We need to talk.' He left the building and locked it before getting a cab and going home.

As he got there, he unlocked the door, turning the lights on and tossing his jacket on the sofa, and turned left, getting in the kitchen. He opened a cabinet, taking a mug and making himself a coffee in the coffee maker. He added a bit of soy milk and a couple of teaspoons of sugar.

He sat on the counter and stirred it absentmindedly. It was late, so he knew Remy wouldn't see his text until the morning unless he woke up in the middle of the night. He took a sip of his coffee and placed it beside him on the counter before hopping off, opening another cabinet and taking out a pillbox, taking three pills with the coffee.

He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until the meds kicked in, which would take a while with how restless he was. So he went back to the living room and started a movie. His all-time favorite, Sinister. He loved most horror movies, but he never really had the time to watch them... and when he did, he usually watched Sinister instead.

During the movie, however, he kept glancing at his phone, which sat on the coffee table. Towards the end, he slowly drifted off.

-

"Good morning, Mr. Sanders." Remy smiled, walking out of the elevator and seeing Damien walk to the waiting area. "How was your night?" he asked, walking over to his boss as Damien stopped and turned to him.

The older male smiled and blushed lightly. "Good morning..." he said quietly, looking down. "Um... it was good..." he trailed off. "Did you get my text?" he asked, looking back at him, tilting his head lightly to the side.

Remy nodded, walking closer. "I did." His smile widened slightly. "What did you want to talk about?" he asked, almost innocently. He really hoped it was what he thought it was. He wanted to be with Damien more than anything. He wanted to be Damien's boyfriend and protect him from that bullshit world.

Damien smiled and blushed darker. "It's been two weeks... I think I'm ready..." he said.

Remy grinned and grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer and kissing him deeply. "Will you be my boyfriend?" he mumbled against the other's lips, getting a kiss in response.

They were both happy at that moment. They didn't want anything else in the world. Just each other-

But, of course, there's no such thing as happy endings.

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