Ethan lay fast asleep in Alex’s arms, his breathing slow and steady, his body curled into the warmth of the man he loved. Alex watched him quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips. There was something sacred about this moment—something he didn’t want to end.
Then Ethan’s phone rang.
Alex reached over carefully, trying not to disturb him. He glanced at the screen.
Jeremiah.
His smile vanished.
He ended the call without hesitation, but before he could place the phone back on the bedside table, it rang again.
Alex clenched his jaw and answered, saying nothing.
Jeremiah’s voice came through, cheerful and unaware. "Hey Ethan, good morning, man. Just wanted to check up on you—see if you’re free today. I’d love to hang out again. I really enjoyed spending time with you yesterday.''
Alex
