Drunken Dream Guy

2.

I fed him.

But it wasn't for my own selfish reasons!

He's the one who asked me to feed him!

I can vouch for myself!

"Yummy."

He grinned, his smile sweet.

I was a little speechless. Was one bite of instant noodles really that satisfying?

I glanced at the package. Hmm, Braised Beef Flavor. I'll have to buy a case to keep at home later!

Poor me, I'd been starving for half the day. I finally had a mouthful of something hot, and Zane Thorne ended up eating most of it.

I finished the last remaining mouthful of noodles, took a couple sips of broth, and silently chanted to myself twice: 'You're full, you're full.'

"Why haven't you left yet?"

After washing the dishes, I came out to find Zane Thorne sprawled shamelessly on my couch, watching my TV. He even flashed me a smile.

"You're back!"

His long lashes fluttered, and the starlight in his eyes twinkled.

I took two deep breaths.

'I can't be seduced by his good looks!'

"It's time to go home."

I reminded him for the second time.

His face was full of pleading, his eyes welling up with tears as he gazed at me.

I hadn't even done anything, yet I felt like I'd committed some terrible crime.

Fine. I'd told him twice already. I couldn't just keep trying to kick him out, could I?

The fitness routine video was still playing on the TV, and my other soul began to dance gracefully.

I decided to ignore him. He could do whatever he wanted. My soul needed its workout!

But I couldn't focus—

His dark, glistening eyes were fixed on me, unblinking.

It was such a direct and open gaze that I couldn't ignore it even if I wanted to.

I stiffly turned my head to look at him, forcing a smile. "Zane Thorne, is something wrong? You keep staring at me."

"You're pretty."

Zane Thorne tilted his head, lying down next to me.

A blush spread across his fair face, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was pure and pleasant.

'This... is just too cute!'

A wicked thought popped into my head.

I reached out and gently pinched his cheek.

'So soft, so smooth... it feels so good!'

Just as I was worrying he might snap out of it and curse me out for being a pervert, something I never would have dreamed of happened.

First, he had a look of pure enjoyment on his face, then he immediately took my hand and placed it on his head.

"Pat my head."

Me: !!!

To be honest, I'd had this idea for a while—I'm no Sir Galahad, able to resist temptation. When such a handsome man serves himself up on a platter, how could I not take advantage?

I just didn't expect him to provide the excuse for me.

'You're the one who said it!'

My conscience clear, I ruffled his hair. Watching him squint like a little wolf cub, rubbing his head insistently against my hand... I let go of my worries and "ravaged" him to my heart's content.

He seemed to think just getting his head patted wasn't enough, so he leaned directly on my shoulder, bit his lip, and murmured, "Pat me."

I now have definite and reasonable grounds to suspect that Zane Thorne has been swapped out by aliens!

In the middle of the night, once he was fast asleep, I finally got the key from his bag and sent this little ancestor home.