Third person's POV: Laying on the ground, were the two love birds, sharing warmth under the night sky surrounded by the shiny stars under the domination of the moonlight. It was so soothing that neither the two of them wanted to get inside where they were supposed to be now. The breeze was cool, enough for them to find the heat from each other, as the shadow of trees made it more beautiful to their sight. Blake had his feet swaying side to side with his palms resting above his chest, feeling his abnormal heartbeat and the summersaults dancing inside his stomach. His eyes were closed, as he started thinking of the good memories he had with everyone. He's that innocent and pure, enough to get deceived by anyone who decided to. Then there's this memory of them, exploding inside their pants, making his cheeks blush. Surely, he

Third person's POV: The guys had their eyes straight on the smaller, sitting on the chair next to Alex, who's also worried about his uncle Blake. Worried eyes to be exact, and they badly want to ask the smaller if he's okay, but they knew that he's already hungry. A clearing of the throat was heard from the smaller, cau

Third person's POV:As they walked through the stairs, Blake couldn't help but think of any possible answer to his unspoken questions. He wanted to ask, but there's something that's pulling him back. For sure, he knows that he isn't that stupid to know what Psychotherapists are for. He started doubting himself whether he's been hearing a lot of lies or he's just stupid to notice such things.All he could think at that time was what does he really have; what's wrong with him and what is he doing with a psychiatrist. He wanted to know the answer, but he's unsure if he can take of what he's looking for. He thinks that he had been trusting a lot these times; walking blindly and all relying on the man that made him feel new things. The man who he considers as his boyfriend.There he felt a sudden grip on his waist, pulling him out of his thoughts, as he looked at the calloused hand resting on his side. He then looked up

Blake's POV: When I saw him jumped on the water, my mind just got worse and I couldn't think of anything but to jump and get him out of it. I'm not liking this, I can't. I shiver from the cold, as my body turned completely soaked by the water and I tried to open my eyes, only to close them again. It stings. The first thing I felt was how the water choked my neck as if it was stopping the air to get inside my lungs, but I didn't budge.I opened my eyes again, hoping that I will see Alex. My eyes widened, I saw him! I saw his tiny frame, blurrily and I willed my feet to waggle. I ignore the stinging pain on my chest, bubbles escaping out of my lips, telling me the need to breathe. I moved my hands with a desperate force from my arms. When I felt the water pushing inside my nose and my lips, I know that I'm going to fail. I know I can't swim, and I hate myself for that.Feeling the hopes leaving my body, I guess

  Blake's POV:  "Hey, Luca. I said I'm sorry." I mutter softly, and he continued to ignore me, as we walked upstairs after telling Luciano to take care of Alex. I huffed and looked at the ground in embarrassment. I didn't know that Alex can swim, and I was just saving him because I thought he couldn't swim. I felt my head bumped into a hard thing, and hissed, closing my eyes as I wait for the hard floor to hit my butt. But, it didn't come. Instead, I felt a hand on my collar, and I bala