Bitter enemies forever, right? He always tried to seek revenge and the brunet always tried to stop him? So why was he here now: lying in the other's bed next to the seventeen year old who slept peacefully. He didn't know how he got here. It was one of his out-jerking plots that would have worked if not for the slight unknown possibility of him falling for Turner.

How could he a handsome, lady's man genie fall for the one person he swore vengeance upon? It puzzled him to no end but a murmur from his lover and how the other buried himself against him stopped his inward fight as he looked down at the other. His hand ran through the silky brown hair. For now just for now there could and would be peace.