“I HEARD YOU WERE CHEATING on me again,” Liam says at lunch.
Alex doesn’t look up from his phone. Paul is texting him about his latest shitty f*******: game addiction. I’m stuck on level 65. Tips??
“When aren’t I?” Alex chooses distraction over annoyance as he types back, Better reflexes. And younger fingers.
“You weren’t this year at the Emmys when you sat next to me all night,” Liam points out. The fans had an absolute field day with that one, and Liam hasn’t yet gotten tired of teasing Alex about it.
“I didn’t pick the seats,” Alex says as his phone buzzes again with another text from Paul. Are you volunteering your services?
“But you gave me a hug!” Liam protests.
At work. As are you, Alex thumbs into his phone. “Because you hugged me and there were cameras. Slapping you would ha
