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((After much deliberation, I think I am going to put this account on hiatus for a bit... I love Youngmont, don't get me wrong, but I don't have a very strong will to RP him right now.
I'm not gonna delete his account, in case I feel like coming back on him at some point, but for now he's gonna be inactive.
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āIāll consider itā¦ā Lamont agreed thoughtfully, lapsing into silence as Millie continued to stroke his hair. It made him feel quite relaxed and placated, even as she gravitated more towards his throat. He even let out a great, relieving sigh that seemed to emphasize stress melting off of him.
When she pulled back, though, he jerked slightly out of his reverie. She was so quick to try and explainā¦ And even if her worried mentality was palpable and a bit contagious, Lamont just reached out to take her hand.
āMillieā¦ Itās alright,ā he said in earnest, both trying to soothe her nerves, andā¦ Perhaps, just slightly elude to something else.
Millie hesitated, trying to control it on her own, but she inevitably gave in and gave him her hand, easing herself back to him. His words were a surprise, as was the way that he seemed so calm about it. She would not be calm in his situation. Millie knew how he should react, and anything that differed from it was a shock. But not exactly an unpleasant one, if only she could discern exactly what he was saying was all rightā¦
āIāve been practicing, you know,ā she said as she leaned in, her hand tight around his. āHow to feed off someone withoutā¦since you mentionedā¦ā Liking it. That had been a thing heād told her before, and despite not understanding why he would at all, sheād held it very strongly in her mind. She didnāt mention the bit about her still having troubles getting the hang of it, though. She was just testing the waters, after all. Nothing more.
āThatāsā¦ Good, heh.ā He chuckled a little, still a bit nervous beneath it all, but trying to remain calm about it. She was skittish enough for the both of them.
Squeezing Millieās hand, Lamont swallowed quietly as his heart beat slightly faster.
āā¦You canā¦ I-If you want to, I mean.ā
āReally?ā She looked up at him, her face struggling to contain a look of excitement. It wasnāt a question of whether she wanted to; it was him. She could feel his pace quickening, but was this leaning more toward fear or excitement?
She took a calming breath, trying her best to steady herself. Best to act simply about it, as if asking for a drink off someone really wasnāt a big deal. It wouldnāt do to give him more cause for alarm. The shakiness in her voice was still a bit hard to keep down, though.
āI wouldā¦likeā¦to. So long as youāre still for it, of course.ā It had been such a nice night; the last thing she wanted was to ensure it never happened again.
Honestly... It was a mix of both trepidation and exhilaration; Lamont was still coping with getting used to the strangely arousing sensation of being bitten and fed from.
Cheeks warming, he nodded his head up and down, shifting his position on the couch to face her better.
"Y-Yea... Yea, I am," he said, nervous but reassuring. "Just, erm, be gentle?" Wow, that sounded terribly cliche...
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āIāll consider itā¦ā Lamont agreed thoughtfully, lapsing into silence as Millie continued to stroke his hair. It made him feel quite relaxed and placated, even as she gravitated more towards his throat. He even let out a great, relieving sigh that seemed to emphasize stress melting off of him.
When she pulled back, though, he jerked slightly out of his reverie. She was so quick to try and explainā¦ And even if her worried mentality was palpable and a bit contagious, Lamont just reached out to take her hand.
āMillieā¦ Itās alright,ā he said in earnest, both trying to soothe her nerves, andā¦ Perhaps, just slightly elude to something else.
Millie hesitated, trying to control it on her own, but she inevitably gave in and gave him her hand, easing herself back to him. His words were a surprise, as was the way that he seemed so calm about it. She would not be calm in his situation. Millie knew how he should react, and anything that differed from it was a shock. But not exactly an unpleasant one, if only she could discern exactly what he was saying was all rightā¦
āIāve been practicing, you know,ā she said as she leaned in, her hand tight around his. āHow to feed off someone withoutā¦since you mentionedā¦ā Liking it. That had been a thing heād told her before, and despite not understanding why he would at all, sheād held it very strongly in her mind. She didnāt mention the bit about her still having troubles getting the hang of it, though. She was just testing the waters, after all. Nothing more.
"That's... Good, heh." He chuckled a little, still a bit nervous beneath it all, but trying to remain calm about it. She was skittish enough for the both of them.
Squeezing Millie's hand, Lamont swallowed quietly as his heart beat slightly faster.
"...You can... I-If you want to, I mean."
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Well that certainly felt nice. Made her feel a bit like she was a pet of sorts, but nice.Ā
In other circumstances it may have actually put her to sleep, but there wasnāt much hope of that now. Millie wasnāt upset about it, though: while previously it had been loud irritations keeping her awake. Right now it was a small well of excitement, surprise in herself and how she ended up here of all places, with him of all places, and he liked her there and he liked her and he certainly seemed at least to like when she kissed him. And while part of her was okay with staying there, another growing bit wanted to see where it went next. Her nerves rattled in her stomach, but it wasnāt the painful anxiety sheād been becoming more used to feeling.
Because she was busy trying to dissect these feelings, she hadnāt noted that it had become quiet again, and that during the quiet she had in fact been looking up at him, which was probably weird. She should fix that. āErm, do you ever think about yourā¦hair? Cutting it, I mean?ā she sputtered, first thing to come to mind.
āMy hairā¦?ā Lamont looked down at Millie, before diverting his gaze to consider this thoughtfully.
āEr, well, I dunno?ā he said honestly. āI mean, I sorta never really knew what to do with it, you know? Or any means to go about doing something if I did.ā
Self-consciously, he ran his fingers through the unruly curls. A few sprang right back into place.
āā¦Why, you think I need a hair cut?ā
āNo no, wellā¦ā That sounded like an insult, which was very not good. āItās not like your hairās bad. Itās nice.ā She very slowly reached a hand up to brush her fingers through his hair. It was wild, but soft. She wondered vaguely whether heād grown his hair out to cover his ears, but even through her exhaustion, Millie had enough tact remaining not to ask.
āJust a lot of it. It might be nice to be able to see your face every so often, you know? Except you wouldnāt be able to scowl as much.ā
Heād been about to insist that, really, he didnāt scowl all that much, when Millie started to stroke her fingers through her hair. The thought was forgotten, and he smiled shyly but appreciatively as he leaned into her hand slightly.
āSoā¦ Should I push it back, or somethingā¦?ā he asked, voice coming out a bit more hushed and soft than heād initially expected.
Millie shrugged. āI donāt know. Maybe.ā The mental image wasnāt particularly bad, quite nice actually, but it was a bit too similar to other things sheād rather not be reminded of. āProbably something you could do.ā
She continued running her fingers in his hair, down to the back of his neck. She paused there, enjoying the warm tingling of his skin, and as her fingertips moved along his neck she thought of how soft it was, those delicate little strings beneath flesh that she could feel moving under her, thudding and pulsing and just primed for her toā
Millie pull her hand away, very quickly clasping it around herself. āS-sorry,ā she managed. She was trembling a bit, feeling ashamed even more than anything else for nearly having messed up. āI shouldnātāsorry. Still not the best withā¦well, you know.ā
"I'll consider it..." Lamont agreed thoughtfully, lapsing into silence as Millie continued to stroke his hair. It made him feel quite relaxed and placated, even as she gravitated more towards his throat. He even let out a great, relieving sigh that seemed to emphasize stress melting off of him.
When she pulled back, though, he jerked slightly out of his reverie. She was so quick to try and explain... And even if her worried mentality was palpable and a bit contagious, Lamont just reached out to take her hand.
"Millie... It's alright," he said in earnest, both trying to soothe her nerves, and... Perhaps, just slightly elude to something else.
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Well that certainly felt nice. Made her feel a bit like she was a pet of sorts, but nice.Ā
In other circumstances it may have actually put her to sleep, but there wasnāt much hope of that now. Millie wasnāt upset about it, though: while previously it had been loud irritations keeping her awake. Right now it was a small well of excitement, surprise in herself and how she ended up here of all places, with him of all places, and he liked her there and he liked her and he certainly seemed at least to like when she kissed him. And while part of her was okay with staying there, another growing bit wanted to see where it went next. Her nerves rattled in her stomach, but it wasnāt the painful anxiety sheād been becoming more used to feeling.
Because she was busy trying to dissect these feelings, she hadnāt noted that it had become quiet again, and that during the quiet she had in fact been looking up at him, which was probably weird. She should fix that. āErm, do you ever think about yourā¦hair? Cutting it, I mean?ā she sputtered, first thing to come to mind.
āMy hairā¦?ā Lamont looked down at Millie, before diverting his gaze to consider this thoughtfully.
āEr, well, I dunno?ā he said honestly. āI mean, I sorta never really knew what to do with it, you know? Or any means to go about doing something if I did.ā
Self-consciously, he ran his fingers through the unruly curls. A few sprang right back into place.
āā¦Why, you think I need a hair cut?ā
āNo no, wellā¦ā That sounded like an insult, which was very not good. āItās not like your hairās bad. Itās nice.ā She very slowly reached a hand up to brush her fingers through his hair. It was wild, but soft. She wondered vaguely whether heād grown his hair out to cover his ears, but even through her exhaustion, Millie had enough tact remaining not to ask.
āJust a lot of it. It might be nice to be able to see your face every so often, you know? Except you wouldnāt be able to scowl as much.ā
He'd been about to insist that, really, he didn't scowl all that much, when Millie started to stroke her fingers through her hair. The thought was forgotten, and he smiled shyly but appreciatively as he leaned into her hand slightly.
"So... Should I push it back, or something...?" he asked, voice coming out a bit more hushed and soft than he'd initially expected.
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Huhā¦ Uhm. Hey.
*Would you look at that, itās a young Toucey. Heād recognize that face anywhere, even displaced in time as it is. Worth raised both brows at him, and pulled one hand out of his pocket to wave shortly at him.*
*Lamont's eyebrows raised; Oh jeez, it was the weird old guy that looked like his roommate. Which was creepy in itself, but now he was waving at him? Awkwardly, Lamont raised his own hand and waved back*
Can I help you...?
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She nodded. It was slightly better, though blankets did little to insulate body heat when you didnāt have a whole lot of it to begin with. Millie had an idea for something that might make things a lot better, but it was asking for it that was the challenge. āCould I actually, ahm, borrow you?ā she asked, patting the spot beside her and looking between it and him.
āOh!ā Lamont nodded his head. āUhm, sure, heh~ I hadnāt thought of thatā¦ā He took up the space next to Millie, moving the blanket to drape it around both of them and smiling gently at her.
āGuess Iām still getting used to the idea that your body heat is a heck of a lot lower than mineā¦ā
He hesitated briefly, before slowly draping his arm across Millieās shoulders and gently pulling her closer to his side. Had they known each other any less, he might have felt incredibly awkward and nervous about thisā¦ And it wasnāt to say he didnāt, but Lamont felt surprised about how natural the gesture was.
Millie was quite surprised to see how far he went with the gesture, though quite pleasantly so.
āYeah, itās odd for me too sometimes. Butā¦thanks.ā
She sat up to give him a quick kiss in thanks before settling in beside him. Still within those hazy boundaries of whatever-it-was they were currently in. Sheād have preferred not to think too hard on that topic, really, especially not when his immensely close heartbeat was creating other distractions.
āSure thing,ā he said fondly, unable to resist a somewhat self-satisfied grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth when she kissed him. Lamont couldnāt resist a few appreciative chuckles, his heart fluttering slightly before it returned to its more steady rate and he lifted a hand to stroke her hair.
Well that certainly felt nice. Made her feel a bit like she was a pet of sorts, but nice.Ā
In other circumstances it may have actually put her to sleep, but there wasnāt much hope of that now. Millie wasnāt upset about it, though: while previously it had been loud irritations keeping her awake. Right now it was a small well of excitement, surprise in herself and how she ended up here of all places, with him of all places, and he liked her there and he liked her and he certainly seemed at least to like when she kissed him. And while part of her was okay with staying there, another growing bit wanted to see where it went next. Her nerves rattled in her stomach, but it wasnāt the painful anxiety sheād been becoming more used to feeling.
Because she was busy trying to dissect these feelings, she hadnāt noted that it had become quiet again, and that during the quiet she had in fact been looking up at him, which was probably weird. She should fix that. āErm, do you ever think about yourā¦hair? Cutting it, I mean?ā she sputtered, first thing to come to mind.
"My hair...?" Lamont looked down at Millie, before diverting his gaze to consider this thoughtfully.
"Er, well, I dunno?" he said honestly. "I mean, I sorta never really knew what to do with it, you know? Or any means to go about doing something if I did."
Self-consciously, he ran his fingers through the unruly curls. A few sprang right back into place.
"...Why, you think I need a hair cut?"
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She nodded. It was slightly better, though blankets did little to insulate body heat when you didnāt have a whole lot of it to begin with. Millie had an idea for something that might make things a lot better, but it was asking for it that was the challenge. āCould I actually, ahm, borrow you?ā she asked, patting the spot beside her and looking between it and him.
āOh!ā Lamont nodded his head. āUhm, sure, heh~ I hadnāt thought of thatā¦ā He took up the space next to Millie, moving the blanket to drape it around both of them and smiling gently at her.
āGuess Iām still getting used to the idea that your body heat is a heck of a lot lower than mineā¦ā
He hesitated briefly, before slowly draping his arm across Millieās shoulders and gently pulling her closer to his side. Had they known each other any less, he might have felt incredibly awkward and nervous about thisā¦ And it wasnāt to say he didnāt, but Lamont felt surprised about how natural the gesture was.
Millie was quite surprised to see how far he went with the gesture, though quite pleasantly so.
āYeah, itās odd for me too sometimes. Butā¦thanks.ā
She sat up to give him a quick kiss in thanks before settling in beside him. Still within those hazy boundaries of whatever-it-was they were currently in. Sheād have preferred not to think too hard on that topic, really, especially not when his immensely close heartbeat was creating other distractions.
"Sure thing," he said fondly, unable to resist a somewhat self-satisfied grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth when she kissed him. Lamont couldn't resist a few appreciative chuckles, his heart fluttering slightly before it returned to its more steady rate and he lifted a hand to stroke her hair.
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āYou sound like meā¦ā Lamont said with a chuckle, turning his gaze away from her. He continued to watch her from his peripherals, however, taking a sip of his beer and watching to see if she finally gave in and got the sleep she obviously needed or not.
And Millie for her part attempted to do so. But it was only once she attempted actual sleep that it became immensely difficult. Closing her eyes just left all her other senses more open, the noises and scents of people bustling about and living all around her, not the least of which was the one sitting right next to her. It reminded her of things other than sleep sheād been lacking over the past week. She tried to look a bit more normal, though, turning away to cover up the hand she was currently putting bite marks into, little pin pricks in her skin that didnāt go away but didnāt bleed either.
To be honestā¦ Her attempts at seeming unassuming werenāt really working. She wasnāt good at covering herself up, and it made Lamont fidget slightly uncomfortably as the idea to strike up another conversation grew into a nagging need in order to fill the silence.
Drumming his fingers against his beer bottle, he took another sip before clearing his throat softly and saying the first thing that came to mind.
āā¦Would you like me to get you a blanket?ā
Well, it could have been worse.
Millie in turn did her best to look like she had been totally not aware of his every move during the infinitely long, awkward silence, and like she was surprised when he spoke. āErm, yes please? Sorry, just having trouble gettingā¦comfortable, I guess.ā
āOh, itās, uhā¦ Itās no problem, hehehehehā¦ā Chuckling awkwardly, he stood up a little too quickly to fetch a spare blanket from his bedroom, bringing it back and unfolding it to drape carefully over Millie. He had half a mind to try tucking it in, butā¦ That might seem a bit odd, so instead he withdrew his hands and took a half step back to look at her while biting his lower lip.
āā¦Better?ā
She nodded. It was slightly better, though blankets did little to insulate body heat when you didnāt have a whole lot of it to begin with. Millie had an idea for something that might make things a lot better, but it was asking for it that was the challenge. āCould I actually, ahm, borrow you?ā she asked, patting the spot beside her and looking between it and him.
"Oh!" Lamont nodded his head. "Uhm, sure, heh~ I hadn't thought of that..." He took up the space next to Millie, moving the blanket to drape it around both of them and smiling gently at her.
"Guess I'm still getting used to the idea that your body heat is a heck of a lot lower than mine..."
He hesitated briefly, before slowly draping his arm across Millie's shoulders and gently pulling her closer to his side. Had they known each other any less, he might have felt incredibly awkward and nervous about this... And it wasn't to say he didn't, but Lamont felt surprised about how natural the gesture was.
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āYou sound like meā¦ā Lamont said with a chuckle, turning his gaze away from her. He continued to watch her from his peripherals, however, taking a sip of his beer and watching to see if she finally gave in and got the sleep she obviously needed or not.
And Millie for her part attempted to do so. But it was only once she attempted actual sleep that it became immensely difficult. Closing her eyes just left all her other senses more open, the noises and scents of people bustling about and living all around her, not the least of which was the one sitting right next to her. It reminded her of things other than sleep sheād been lacking over the past week. She tried to look a bit more normal, though, turning away to cover up the hand she was currently putting bite marks into, little pin pricks in her skin that didnāt go away but didnāt bleed either.
To be honestā¦ Her attempts at seeming unassuming werenāt really working. She wasnāt good at covering herself up, and it made Lamont fidget slightly uncomfortably as the idea to strike up another conversation grew into a nagging need in order to fill the silence.
Drumming his fingers against his beer bottle, he took another sip before clearing his throat softly and saying the first thing that came to mind.
āā¦Would you like me to get you a blanket?ā
Well, it could have been worse.
Millie in turn did her best to look like she had been totally not aware of his every move during the infinitely long, awkward silence, and like she was surprised when he spoke. āErm, yes please? Sorry, just having trouble gettingā¦comfortable, I guess.ā
"Oh, it's, uh... It's no problem, heheheheh..." Chuckling awkwardly, he stood up a little too quickly to fetch a spare blanket from his bedroom, bringing it back and unfolding it to drape carefully over Millie. He had half a mind to try tucking it in, but... That might seem a bit odd, so instead he withdrew his hands and took a half step back to look at her while biting his lower lip.
"...Better?"
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āYou sound like meā¦ā Lamont said with a chuckle, turning his gaze away from her. He continued to watch her from his peripherals, however, taking a sip of his beer and watching to see if she finally gave in and got the sleep she obviously needed or not.
And Millie for her part attempted to do so. But it was only once she attempted actual sleep that it became immensely difficult. Closing her eyes just left all her other senses more open, the noises and scents of people bustling about and living all around her, not the least of which was the one sitting right next to her. It reminded her of things other than sleep sheād been lacking over the past week. She tried to look a bit more normal, though, turning away to cover up the hand she was currently putting bite marks into, little pin pricks in her skin that didnāt go away but didnāt bleed either.
To be honest... Her attempts at seeming unassuming weren't really working. She wasn't good at covering herself up, and it made Lamont fidget slightly uncomfortably as the idea to strike up another conversation grew into a nagging need in order to fill the silence.
Drumming his fingers against his beer bottle, he took another sip before clearing his throat softly and saying the first thing that came to mind.
"...Would you like me to get you a blanket?"
Well, it could have been worse.
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āMaking herself comfortableā looked a lot like taking a step back and leaning against the wall behind her.
āThank youā¦for this,ā she said. āI donāt think I said so before. Iāll just break here for a little whileā¦donāt want to get in the way and muck up any plans you had.ā It was a Friday night after all, and he surely had places to be.
āWhat plans?ā Lamont asked, giving her a bit of a disbelieving look as he went to the kitchen to fetch a beer. āLuce already left, so heās probably off doing something stupid right about nowā¦ Iāve got homework to catch up on, and a drunk roommate to pick up later if things pan out the way they usually do. Butā¦ Youāre welcome.ā He smiled at her, just a tad awkwardly.
āTake as much time as you need to rest up.ā
Millie smiled back before moving to the couch, a much more comfortable place. She still tried to keep herself from lounging about, though. āWhat homework is it? Iād offer to help, but Iām probably not in a position to help much of anybody.ā
āDonāt worry about it.ā He waved his hand a bit. āIāve got it coveredā¦ā
Stepping back into the living room, Lamont took a seat next to Millie on the couch.
āDonāt, you know, worry about stuff while youāre here. Youāre clearly tuckered outā¦ You should get some rest.ā
āDonāt you know I always worry about stuff?ā Millie admitted, only somewhat joking. Hard to sleep when her mind rarely stopped.
"You sound like me..." Lamont said with a chuckle, turning his gaze away from her. He continued to watch her from his peripherals, however, taking a sip of his beer and watching to see if she finally gave in and got the sleep she obviously needed or not.
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āMaking herself comfortableā looked a lot like taking a step back and leaning against the wall behind her.
āThank youā¦for this,ā she said. āI donāt think I said so before. Iāll just break here for a little whileā¦donāt want to get in the way and muck up any plans you had.ā It was a Friday night after all, and he surely had places to be.
āWhat plans?ā Lamont asked, giving her a bit of a disbelieving look as he went to the kitchen to fetch a beer. āLuce already left, so heās probably off doing something stupid right about nowā¦ Iāve got homework to catch up on, and a drunk roommate to pick up later if things pan out the way they usually do. Butā¦ Youāre welcome.ā He smiled at her, just a tad awkwardly.
āTake as much time as you need to rest up.ā
Millie smiled back before moving to the couch, a much more comfortable place. She still tried to keep herself from lounging about, though. āWhat homework is it? Iād offer to help, but Iām probably not in a position to help much of anybody.ā
"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand a bit. "I've got it covered..."
Stepping back into the living room, Lamont took a seat next to Millie on the couch.
"Don't, you know, worry about stuff while you're here. You're clearly tuckered out... You should get some rest."
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He quietly did not make any comments, gestures, or for that matter any outward acknowledgement of her weaving behavior apart from smiling quietly to himself in amusementā¦
Once they arrived back at his apartment, Lamont unlocked the door and found the living room dark and empty.
āLuceā¦?ā he called out. There was no reply. āHuh, guess heās out, then.ā
Millie made a noise in reply, already half-asleep on his arm. It was becoming more difficult for her to keep in that state, however, with the noises of Lamontās neighbors flooding into her sensitive ears. Finally giving up for the moment, she stepped away from Lamont and took in the dark apartment, unsure of where to move.
Shutting the door behind him, Lamont threw the deadbolt and shrugged his coat off, looking Millie over in her state of indecision.
āā¦Feel free to make yourself comfortable,ā he said, hoisting his coat onto a free hook.
āMaking herself comfortableā looked a lot like taking a step back and leaning against the wall behind her.
āThank youā¦for this,ā she said. āI donāt think I said so before. Iāll just break here for a little whileā¦donāt want to get in the way and muck up any plans you had.ā It was a Friday night after all, and he surely had places to be.
"What plans?" Lamont asked, giving her a bit of a disbelieving look as he went to the kitchen to fetch a beer. "Luce already left, so he's probably off doing something stupid right about now... I've got homework to catch up on, and a drunk roommate to pick up later if things pan out the way they usually do. But... You're welcome." He smiled at her, just a tad awkwardly.
"Take as much time as you need to rest up."
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He quietly did not make any comments, gestures, or for that matter any outward acknowledgement of her weaving behavior apart from smiling quietly to himself in amusementā¦
Once they arrived back at his apartment, Lamont unlocked the door and found the living room dark and empty.
āLuceā¦?ā he called out. There was no reply. āHuh, guess heās out, then.ā
Millie made a noise in reply, already half-asleep on his arm. It was becoming more difficult for her to keep in that state, however, with the noises of Lamontās neighbors flooding into her sensitive ears. Finally giving up for the moment, she stepped away from Lamont and took in the dark apartment, unsure of where to move.
Shutting the door behind him, Lamont threw the deadbolt and shrugged his coat off, looking Millie over in her state of indecision.
"...Feel free to make yourself comfortable," he said, hoisting his coat onto a free hook.
