Choso sighed as he fell into his soft sheets. The silk felt soft against his skin. He propped himself up on his elbows. “I need to relax.” He thought, feeling frustrated. Taking out his phone, he scanned your contact. Furrowing his eyebrows, he scolded himself for even thinking about it. “I’m going to regret this.” Choso mumbled as he tapped on your phone contact. Bringing the phone to his ear, his breath hitched. “Hey Anon, are you busy?”