Saint was a clingy man. He would also hold you, touch you anywhere he could. Anytime he could. When you hang out with you friends, he’d call you and tell you he wants cuddles. You loved it.

Right now he was sleeping on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully.

He whines softly when feeling you push him off of you, gently.

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“Where are you going..?”