Page 39 of Play Room Actor

He gradually opened his eyes and blinked at me. His gaze wandered briefly to Sebastian and Jacob before returning to me. But his eyelids were too heavy, and he closed them again.

“Come on,” I said, helping him to his feet. “I’ll take you home.”

Kilian groggily got up. With a lazy wave, he bid Sebastian and Jacob goodbye as he shuffled toward the exit.

“Did he drink?” I asked, watching him stumble away.

“No!” Sebastian replied. “Just one beer, that’s all. But when his batteries are drained, the lights go out.”

And not just metaphorically, it seemed.

“Get home safe,” I told them as I followed Kilian out of the club.

Not even the crisp night air could wake him up. He leaned against a wall, eyes already shut again.

“Where do you live?” I asked, pulling out my phone.

Kilian mumbled his address, and I ordered an Uber. A short while later, the car arrived. Since his place was about a mile away from mine, I figured I’d walk the rest of the way—a little stroll would help clear my mind.

“Too much to drink, huh?” the driver joked as Kilian slumped into the back seat and promptly fell asleep.

“No,” I corrected. “Too much work.”

The driver glanced at me, his expression inscrutable, but said nothing more as he drove off. Before we’d even made the first turn, Kilian’s head drooped onto my shoulder. He stayed like that for the entire ride until we arrived in front of his building.

As I walked around the car to assist him, Kilian clambered out clumsily.

“Well,” I said as the Uber drove off, “this is where I head home on foot.”

He wasn’t having it. Taking hold of my arm, he drew closer until I could feel his warmth against me.

“Come upstairs,” he whispered, eyes closed, resting his chin on my shoulder.

I was torn. Part of me wanted to see how he lived, but it went against every principle I’d been trying so hard to uphold over the past few weeks. “I’ve already crossed too many boundaries,” I said, attempting to get away.

Kilian wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me like a pillow. “What do you want to do with me?” he asked, half asleep.

“Nothing. That’s the point.”

“Will you blow me?”

I snorted. “You’re impossible.”

“I’d love to return the favor, but I’m too tired. Who knows how many hours it’d take. And if you’re offended by that comment, I’m sorry. But I’d still love to see your dick—I’d open my eyes for that.”

“Incredible. You just never stop.”

“Stop what?” he murmured, snuggling closer.

“You clearly have no boundaries.”

“Come upstairs. You can watch me fall asleep. It’ll take ten seconds. Then just stay.”

“Fine,” I finally relented. I was too curious to resist the urge to see how Kilian lived.

He opened the front door and led me upstairs to the top floor. While the building had three levels, the ground floor was a garden unit, one story below the main entrance. The old building had just three apartments, and the stairs creaked as we climbed.

At the top, Kilian unlocked his door and gestured me inside. A hallway led to the left and right, with a bathroom directly opposite the entrance. Somewhere, a window was open, letting in a fresh breeze scented with rosemary and lavender.