“What do you think you’re doing?” I push him back, breaking out of his grip and standing up.

“Just kissing you,” he defends holding his hands up.

“Just!? You know I don’t want this! You just take the opportunity of me being…in the state I am and you try to use in that way! It’s not how it works!”

“Well, now I know that it doesn’t work with you.”

“Really? You’ve been trying to get me in the bed since the day I got here and I have never let you too close to me, you really thought that now I will?”

“Well, by the state you’re in I just thought you would need something to brighten you up.”

“Well then, sorry to disappoint you, but this,” my hands fly around, “is not what I want! Not from you anyway,” I turn around and walk out of his room.

“Come on, Alex!” he runs after me, “Just come back! I swear I won’t do anything like that anymore, we can just talk, if that’s what you want,” he grabs me by my wrist, making me to turn around.

“I don’t want anything to do with you!” I pull my hand back with force, maybe too much force, because I almost fall back.

“What is wrong with you! You weren’t this way! You weren’t so annoyed by everything all the time! You were more fun, but now you’re just like an annoying teenager!”

“Excuse me, I didn’t mean to disappoint you,” I mock his tone.

“Amm…Alex?” quiet and sweet voice, the voice I need to hear now, comes from behind me. I hear Owen letting out annoyed, or maybe angry, snort and then he disappears back in his room, slamming his doors shut.

“Where have you been? I missed you so much,” I wrap my arms around Jack’s waist, hiding my face from the world in his chest.

“You missed me so much that you decided, starting a fight with someone would be a fun thing to do?”

“Shut up! That wasn’t like that,” I mumble, some tears still running down my cheeks.

“Come on, I don’t like standing here,” he pulls back from me, grabs me by my hand and leads me to my room, quietly closing doors behind us.

“So what happened?” he asks when we’re safety in my room.

I say nothing to him, just turn around and walk to my bed, picking up my bag and starting to pull out my stuffs.

“What’s that?” his quiet voice ghosts over my neck. God, he’s fast and quiet!

“Nothing,” I turn around and walk past him to put my clothes in place.

“Alex, what is wrong? Please, talk to me,” his voice pleading. I turn to face him and I’m greeted by his beautifully brown eyes.

“What do you want me to say? You want me to say that I wanted to run away, but I can’t do even that? You want me to say that I went to Owen, because you weren’t here? You want me to say that he saw this as a great opportunity to finally get me in his bed?” here we go again. Why am I so pathetic, why am I crying all the time?

“You didn’t, did you?” his warm eyes are fast filled with fears.

“You know I’m not fucking just you, but you worry about him?”

“He’s not paying you, but you…you didn’t…”

“No, I didn’t! I love you, I wouldn’t do that, I just…fuck,” the look in his eyes make me realize what I just said. And now he’ll probably leave me.

He moves from the place he’s standing, but not towards the doors. He comes to me and pulls me in one of his famous tight hugs,

“Don’t cry. You’re too beautiful to cry, baby,” he kisses the top of my head, before he whispers quiet ‘I love you too’ in my hair.

“Come on, let’s just go to bed. It’s really late,” he gave me fast kiss, before getting to bed.

---

Feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin when you wake up is one of the best things you can get in the morning, but when it is completed by someone’s arms put securely around you, you feel fulfilled with joy and happiness. I don’t dare to open my eyes. Maybe, a little bit scared that these feelings might fade away the moment I open eyes. I might be scared, that this is one of my fucked up dreams, that it is still the middle of the night and it’s not warm sun or Jack’s arms around me. But it feels real, the sun, his arms and breath, and his scent. I would recognize it anywhere.

“Stop acting like you’re still sleeping. I know you’re not,” his breath lingers over my face.

“Mmm, no. I want to sleep more. This is good,” I scoot closer to him, almost lying on top of him now ‘cause we were already impossible close to each other so now…yeah…I’m practically lying on top of him.

“Aleex!! You don’t want to eat? You even know what time it is? You want me to starve to death?”

“I might want to eat if someone would bring the food here. It should be around 10am and you won’t starve to death. Healthy human can live without food almost…amm….well, more than just few hours, so I’m pretty sure you’re not going to die today,” I answer him with closed eyes, face pressed against his chest.

“I guess no one’s gonna bring the food up here, that’s for sure, but how did you know about the time? You didn’t even look at your clock!”

“Did I guessed it?”

“Almost. To be clear, it is 9:45 or something close to that.”

“Yeeyy!”

“But seriously, how?”

“I always wake up around ten can’t sleep any longer as much as I would try. I’m used to that now in the mornings so I don’t use that clock in mornings.”

He stays silent, brushing his fingers over my cheek and playing with my hair. Now I definitely won’t get up while he’s playing with my hair. It feels amazing and I would never believe anyone who would try to tell me, that they don’t like that feeling. It feels absolutely amazing!

“Alex?” he asks, kind of sounding unsure about himself.

“Mhm?”

“Who’s Arthur?”

“What?” I finally open my eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight room.

“Arthur. You kind of were mumbling that name when you had that fever,” his fingers brushes over my fringe for the last time, before they start their way down my arm.

“Oh…Well…he was kind of my first crush or something like that…”

“And you’re still dreaming about him?” playful smirk appears on his lips.

“Noo!!! Not like that!”

“Yeah right,” smirk never leaving his face.

“I kind of said to you when I was sick, that I don’t want to sleep because I keep having dreams about my past, remember?”

“Yeah, but I thought you had them like nightmares. Like all the bad memories not the nice ones with Arthur,” he says in flirtatious manner.

“Shut up! You want to know what happened or not?”

“Okay, okay, sorry.”

“Well, he was our neighbor and my father sold his family our horses when we were in need of money. We kind of clicked, we started to hang out during the summer and he was the first to make a move, but one day, that was around fall or the end of the summer, I don’t remember that clear, my father saw us and…yeah…he…”

“He saw you two? Doing what?”

“We were making out behind their stables. We usually hid somewhere, we were never doing anything outside where someone could see us, but that time it kind of just happened and that was the biggest mistake of my life.”

“He threw you out?”

“Yes.”

“How old were you?”

“Sixteen.”

“I guess your life has been harder than mine,” he smiles at me.

“Wow, you don’t say! Interesting, what made you think that way,” I say in faked sarcasm.

“You,” he whispers, before pulling my face closer and pushing our lips together. His tongue finding its way in my mouth, his fingers lightly pulling my hair, “it’s good you’re already almost lying on me,” he pulls away to look me in the eyes, his own eyes in the darkest color of brown, “I like you that way,” he smirks, before pressing our lips back together.

---

By the time we get downstairs for our breakfast it’s nearly twelve. I notice how uncomfortable Jack looked walking past these few doors, who can’t hide the sound. He didn’t see the things happening, but he sure understood.

“Welcome to my world, babe,” I laugh at him.

“As much as I hate my world, this,” he points his finger back to stairs, “is not how I would like to live either.”

“Mhm, can’t blame you,” I mumble, chewing on my breakfast, which consist of some eggs and weird looking sandwich, but it taste good so I guess it’s not that bad.

“So, what’s your plans for today?”

“Why? Are you thinking of taking me out on a date?” now it is my turn to smirk at him.

“Maybe.”

“You’re not gonna leave me alone today?”

“Nope, did what I needed to do yesterday. My father won’t need me today so I’m all yours.”

“How’s your home life? Your wife?”

“That’s not how I wanted to start my day with you,” he pouts and Oh my God! it is the cutest thing ever.

“Well, the way you started your day with me wasn’t all that bad, was it?” I look at him with innocent eyes.

“Leave those eyes for your room, not for breakfast.”

“Okay, but really. How is she?”

“Don’t know. Haven’t seen her in a week or so.”

“What? Really? How is that possible!”

“You know, kind of spent my last week here and when I went home to get some clean clothes she wasn’t there, but not that I would care about that. I didn’t have time to look for her and if she would’ve been there, I hadn’t had the time to talk to her.”

“Or explain yourself.”

“Why would I need to explain myself?”

“Well, she is your wife, you like it or not.”

“She knew what she’s up to when she married me so I don’t see why she should be complaining.”

“You seriously hadn’t had anything with her?”

“No! You don’t believe me?”

“No, I do believe you, it’s just weird and…”

“Alex, can I have a word with you?” Arnold appears behind me, startling me. He likes to do that more than that would be necessary.

“Jesus! Stop doing that!” I turn to face him.

“Sorry, but we do need to have a talk.”

“You can talk. There’s nothing to hide from him.”

Arnold looks thinking about it, looking Jack up and down, but considers that it might safe so he pulls out another chair and sits down next to us.

“So, we got four tickets to theater that is in few days and I wanted to know if you would like to go.”

“Were did you get them?”

“One of our clients,” he shrugs it off, “So, will you?”

“I don’t know…do you think it is a good idea?” I look over to Jack who looks worried. He might think what I’m thinking, “I mean, they are more than okay with us living here and doing our thing, but would it be okay to go to theater? There would be so many people and most of them don’t like us.”

“Come on, Alex! When will you get that kind of chance again?”

“Well, I…can I think about it?”

“Okay,” he sighs, “but don’t take too long to think that through. I’ll need to find someone else to go if you say no.”

He stands up, looks at Jack and leaves.

“Well? What do you think?”

“I think you know what I think, but it’s up to you. I don’t want to change your mind.”

“I mean, I would like to go, but wouldn’t that be too dangerous?”

“Maybe,” he looks down at his plate, for a moment looking ashamed, “my father will be there,” he pushes his eggs from one side of the plate to other, “and myself…and my wife… He wants to get some contract signed or something after this play.”

“That would be great opportunity to finally see your wife,” I smirk at him.

“Do what you want to do, just know that my father will be there and remember that he’s one of those who definitely doesn’t like you and the rest these guys.”

Notes

I know, I know, we all love smuts, but I didn't feel like writing one this time, but I'm pretty sure you can imagine what happened..
I'm not sure if I'm fully satisfied with this part...it's not bad, but it's kind of weird ;D