Frank pulled out his chair and sat down, and Mark did the same. Charles, however, moved with a distinct, hesitant slowness, carefully lowering himself into his seat with a slight wince from the sheer intensity of their night before.
Matteo's sharp eyes instantly caught the overly cautious way Charles lowered himself into his seat.
Understanding exactly what that meant, he briefly glanced at his twin brother before quickly pushing the thought aside. Right now, his main concern was the fact that Adrian still hadn't come downstairs.
Mark turned to Charles. "Are you okay?"
Charles nodded. "I'm fine."
"Are you in pain?" Mark asked, his brows furrowing with concern.
Charles immediately leaned closer. "Baby, lower your voice," he whispered. "It's just a little soreness from last night. I'll be fine."
Mark studied him for a moment before leaning in slightly. "Are you sure, pretty?"
Charles smiled and nodded. "Yes, baby."
Satisfied, Mark pressed a gentle kiss to Charles's shoulder.
