Aiden sat at the edge of the bed while Tristan perched on the reading table, both engulfed in silence, unsure of what to say. Tristan kept glancing at his phone, waiting for a call or text from his aunt to confirm her arrival, but nothing came. They had been away from home since morning, yet there was no news. "I'm worried, Tristan," Aiden muttered, breaking the silence and catching Tristan's attention. "I am too," Tristan admitted. "But I believe it will be okay." "What if Mom is still against it?" Aiden asked, his voice tinged with unease. Tristan looked up at him, his expression firm. "If that’s the case, I’ll have no choice but to go against her," he said quietly, placing his phone down. Just then, his phone buzzed. He picked it up to see his aunt's name flashing on the screen. Quickly, he swiped to answer. "Anything?" he asked, his voice tight with anticipation. "I'm sorry," his aunt replied, her voice apologetic. Tristan exhaled deeply, and Aiden immediately knew w
Brittany stepped out of her car and walked toward them, her face a mix of confusion and disbelief. Tristan and Aiden turned abruptly, startled by her sudden appearance.“Mom,” they both called out in unison, their voices filled with nervousness.“What was that?” Brittany asked, raising an eyebrow as her piercing gaze shifted between the two of them.“Mom... I can explain. Can we go inside first?” Tristan asked cautiously, reaching for her hand, but Brittany pulled away.“I can walk on my own,” Brittany said curtly as the boys stepped aside to let her enter.“Do you think she saw us?” Aiden asked in a hushed tone.“I don’t know,” Tristan replied, his voice low. “But even if she did, I’ll have to explain. I’ve always known this day would come.”“Tristan…” Aiden said softly, his concern evident.“Don’t worry,” Tristan reassured him, offering a faint smile. “I’ll handle it. She’s my mom, after all.”The two followed her into the house, their steps heavy with apprehension.Inside, Brittany
Aiden started walking toward them, ready to confront Tristan, but his steps faltered, and he paused. Balling his fist, he turned back toward the cab."Take me back," he muttered, slipping into the cab quietly as it drove off.Meanwhile, Tristan had no idea Aiden had been there. After Lisa pulled away from the hug, she waved at him. Tristan nodded and made his way into his apartment.He took a bath, made himself something to eat, and then settled onto his bed. Grabbing his phone, he decided to call Aiden.Work had been hectic, and he hadn’t had much time to talk to Aiden lately. He felt guilty but couldn’t help it.He tapped Aiden’s name and called, but Aiden didn’t pick up."It’s barely 8 p.m. Is he already asleep?" Tristan wondered, dialing the number again, but still, no answer. He decided to send a text instead."I’m just getting home. Call me when you see this. It’s been a while since we spoke, and I miss you." Tristan sent the message, then, before he knew it, his phone slipped f
Eric finally managed to pull Jarvis away from the edge of the rooftop, breathing heavily as relief washed over him. Before he could scold Jarvis again, he found himself enveloped in a tight hug. "Eric... I still love you, honestly," Jarvis whispered, his voice trembling as he clung to Eric. For a moment, Eric stood still, his hands hovering awkwardly before he gently pushed Jarvis away. He stared at him, searching for the right words. "Look, Jarvis," Eric began, his tone calm yet firm, "it’s been four, five months since we ended things. You need to take it like that because I don’t love you. Not anymore."Jarvis opened his mouth to respond, but Eric didn’t let him. "I already have someone I’m stupidly in love with. It’s time you let go of these... feelings you still have for me, because it’s not going to work." Eric’s gaze softened slightly, but his words were unwavering. "I love my boyfriend more than anything, Jarvis. So it’s time to wake up and stop being delusional about m
Eric turned to look at Troy again, taking his hand as they walked back into his room. "Why are we going back inside?" Troy asked, curious. "To grab this." Eric lifted a jacket from the wardrobe, slipping it on before pulling out another for Troy. He helped him into it with ease. Troy smiled, inhaling the addictive scent that clung to Eric's jacket. Taking Eric's outstretched hand, they left the room together once more. "So, what plans do you have tonight?" Troy asked, breaking the silence. "I'm spending time with you," Eric replied smoothly. "Now that Dad seems okay with us dating, I’m not wasting any more time. You don’t know how hard it’s been holding myself back.” He gave a sly wink, making Troy chuckle and roll his eyes playfully.They made their way to the door, ready to leave the house, when it suddenly swung open. Lucian stepped inside, dressed in a stiff, formal suit that looked entirely out of place on him.Eric pressed his lips together, trying hard not to laugh.
When Tristan finally broke the kiss, his voice was raw with emotion. "I can’t do this anymore, Aiden... Let’s go back to how we used to be."Aiden stared at him, emotions swirling like a storm he could no longer contain. Without a word, he grabbed Tristan by the collar and kissed him again, this time with more intensity, more desperation. Minutes later, he abruptly pulled away, stepping back as his breath came in ragged gasps. His face shifted, the vulnerability vanishing as a cold, unreadable expression slipped into place. "So?" Tristan asked softly, his voice uncertain. "So?" Aiden chuckled, obviously annoyed. "Who the hell do you think you are, deciding when to leave and when to come back?" "I..." Tristan began, but his gaze dropped, and the words faltered on his tongue. "You don’t get to do this," Aiden snapped, his voice sharp and filled with hurt. "You can’t just walk away and then show up like nothing happened. You don’t get to mess with my head like this.""I was wro