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You brought me here?” His gaze snapped back to Alex. “To your place?” “Yes,” Alex responded with a smile. “Why would you do that?” Lucas demanded, his voice sharpening despite the pounding in his head. “You should have taken me home.” Alex’s jaw tightened. “You were dead drunk and couldn’t even stand.” “That’s not the point!” Lucas shot back. “What if someone saw us? What if…” “What if what?” Alex cut in, sitting up now, his composure cracking. “What exactly are you so afraid of?” Lucas hesitated. His mouth opened, but then closed back.Alex swung his legs off the bed and stood up in annoyance. “You were drinking like you wanted to forget the entire world. Do you know how you looked last night? Do you know how many glasses you downed?” Lucas scoffed weakly. “It was just alcohol. Don’t exaggerate.” “Just alcohol?” Alex turned to face him fully now, anger flickering in his eyes. “You were one drink away from collapsing. I had to carry you like a baby.” Lucas’s

Lucas didn’t move.And that was what unsettled Alex the most.What he needed wasn’t words. It wasn’t apologies or explanations. It was Lucas’s touch.He leaned closer, voice dropping to a husky whisper against his ear.“I’m yours, baby… I want your hands on me. Touch your Alex baby. Touch me.”His lips brushed slowly along Lucas’s ear, then down the curve of his neck. His soft kisses turned deliberate, lingering for a long time making Lucas tremble. A broken whimper escaped him as Alex’s name slipped from his lips like a confession.“Yes… baby, that's my name.” Alex whispered. “And I want your hands on me.”Alex didn’t hesitate to take the lead. He took Lucas’s hands and pressed them against his bare chest, guiding them at first, his own palm covering Lucas’s as if teaching him the rhythm. His skin was warm, heart pounding hard beneath Lucas’s touch.Their eyes locked.“Feel me,” Alex murmured. “I’m yours. No holding back. My heart is beating for you. Can't you feel it? Tell me you fe

You know, “I love you. Right?” Alex brushed his lips against Lucas’s cheek, soft and lingering, then stole a quick kiss from his lips. “Time for work.” He said with a smile.Lucas nodded, trying, but failing to hide the warmth spreading across his face. Alex held his hand as they walked out together. Shoulders almost touching, hands intertwined but they separated as they exited the house like nothing had happened. At work, the day felt different. It was kind of special, charged with unexplainable emotion. Alex couldn’t stop smiling. He moved through the kitchen with an ease that hadn’t been there in weeks. Orders flew in, pans sizzled, knives chopped in rhythm, but every few minutes his eyes would drift across the room, searching. Lucas would already be looking.Their gazes would lock for a second too long in a silent exchange that felt like a promise. It reflected the memory of lips against lips only hours ago. And each moment they will share sweet smiles. Once by chance,

Down at the restaurant, the air between them had shifted. No more small talk and no more holding on as Emily drew in a breath. “Luc, Dad’s request is for you to come back home. I believe he meant it.” Lucas let out a short, humorless laugh and leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Em. He is certainly planning something else. And I’m not coming back.” His jaw tightened. “Didn’t he disown me? Locked my room, froze my account as if he gave me everything, as if I didn't work for almost what was in those accounts? Tell him I said no.” “Come on, bro.” Emily leaned forward, urgency flashing in her eyes. “He said he’ll give you back everything including his new investment. He had even unfrozen my account yesterday.” Emily said with a smile but was not so excited about it. Lucas’s fork stilled midair. For a second, something flickered across his face like surprise, then annoyance, before it hardened. “I’m happy for you, Em. I really am.” He dr

He checked his screen, and it was his Dad. He picked up. “Hello, Dad.” “You sounded down, are you alright?” “Yeah, Dad, please if it's not urgent, let's talk tomorrow.” There is nothing much to talk about. I want to meet Lucas. Invite him to dinner next weekend.” “What? Oh I mean okay” Alex accepted even when he knew the possibility was slim. As he cut the call, his thoughts ran to the earlier, the hug, the forehead kisses, the hand-holding. “Yes… It looked intimate.” Alex muttered. But something about the situation nagged at him now. Lucas had tried to speak more than once. But he never gave him a listening ear. Then an unexpected doorbell rang. Alex ignored it. It rang again.With an irritated groan, he dragged himself up and opened the door. “Wow,” a familiar voice drawled. “You look terrible.” Alex frowned. “Jason?” His younger cousin stepped in without waiting for an invitation, eyeing the whiskey bottle on the table. “Rough day huh?” Alex