The long kiss went on and off for about five minutes.
Byron stopped though he couldn't get enough of it.
Then he carried Athena in his arms.
Athena laughed. "What are you doing?"
"Take you to the cloakroom."
"It only takes a few steps, Byron. You are overdoing this!"
Byron put her down in the cloakroom.
Then he asked, "Honey, don't you think it's strange here?"
She looked around. "No, isn't it always like this?"
"My clothes are gone." Byron came up from nowhere. "You used to hang my clothes with yours."
He would never forget it.
One day he returned to the apartment. Panic seized him when he found the cloakroom was half empty.
Athena took a glance at him.
This guy appeared like a grumbling rich man, acting childishly at any time.
"I didn't mean that you can't hang your clothes here," She said, picking out the clothes she was about to wear.
Byron hugged her from behind.
Athena was a little speechless.
She patted Byron's arm softly. "We're running out of time if you don't get dressed quickly."
"Alright." Byron nodded.
Then he kissed her on the cheek again. "Honey, am I dreaming?"
Athena looked at him. "Why do you often have such dreams?"
Byron shook his head, tears in his eyes. "I can't dream of you at all."
He wanted to dream of Athena so severely that he even went to seek help from countless hypnotherapists and psychologists.
But it was useless...
"Okay." Athena lowered her eyelids, "Let's not dwell in the past. The past is past. What we should do is seize the day."
"Right..."
Byron nodded.
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