'Something akin to love—'
Alexander couldn't shake those words off, even as he poured himself a drink, his fingers clenched around the glass as Adrian's voice repeated the words in his head.
He glanced at Adrian lying on the bed and sighed; he wasn't satisfied with that answer.
He turned, walking back to the bed and lowering himself on it.
"Tired?" Alexander asked, kissing the back of Adrian's shoulder that was turned to him.
Adrian groaned softly, "Shouldn't I be?" He asked softly, turning over to face Alexander and fixed him with an accusing stare.
Alexander gently shifted over, sitting closer to Adrian and carefully holding his drink.
"I'm sorry— does it still hurt?" Alexander asked, sipping his drink.
Adrian rolled his eyes, "Don't ask me that, boss. Let's get back to work–"
"Adrian," Alexander leaned in, cupping Adrian's face, "I told you I loved you— I meant it." He murmured.
Adrian sighed, "I heard you, Alexander. And I said –"
