“You can bring me a snowflake from the mountains,” Boaz said.
“You were jealous,” Alexander said.
“I wasn’t jealous.”
“Yes, you were. You even made Lyla cry,” Alexander said, leaning closer, a sly glint in his eyes.
“I wasn’t jealous. I just wanted you to stop. You were showing off and making me look bad in front of Lyla,” Boaz said, lightly shoving him. “You made it worse.”
Alexander chuckled. “It’s not my fault you’re bad at… what do you call it these days? Dating?”
“And you’re perfect,” Boaz said, pushing him away. “Let’s just go out.”
“You’re mad,” Alexander said.
Boaz glanced over his shoulder at him. He was not mad. Maybe a little annoyed, and maybe a little jealous of Lyla. She got snow from the mountains of the north. He had not realised at the time how much he would have liked something like that, and now Alexander was teasing him about it.
Strong arms wrapped around him and Boaz gasped. He had not even heard Alexander move.
“Don’t be mad at me,” Alexander murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck.
Boaz relaxed against him.
“I’m not mad. I’m just…” he trailed off as his phone started ringing. “It’s Hansel. He said he’d call when he got to Montero.”
He slipped out of Alexander’s arms. When a knock sounded at the door, he paused, glancing between the phone and the door.
“Who could that be at this hour?” he muttered, picking up his phone from among his art supplies and heading for the door. He turned slightly toward his closet as he answered.
“Hello, Hansel. Have you arrived?”
“No. This is not Hansel. It’s Manlius.”
“Manlius? Is something wrong? Why are you calling so late?” Boaz pulled up his pants, balancing the phone on his shoulder. Another knock sounded at the door. He turned to Alexander, butthe vampire was sprawled on the bed, watching him. “Manlius, hold on a second. You’re not going to answer the door? I’m a little busy.”
“It’s your door,” Alexander said with a shrug.
Boaz shook his head and walked over. He opened the door and gasped in surprise at who stood there.
“Greer? What are you doing here?”
“Is His Majesty here?” Greer asked.
“Is something wrong?” Boaz asked.
“It’s Blade. I need to find His Majesty. Have you seen him?”
“Yeah, he’s…” Boaz began, but before he could turn, Alexander was already at the door.
Naked.
What the hell?
“Your Majesty, I… it’s…” Greer stuttered.
“Maybe you should put your clothes on first,” Boaz said, trying to close the door and block Alexander from view. But Alexander held it open, standing so close behind him there was no mistaking how familiar they were with each other. Not that Boaz wanted to hide it, he just was not ready for people to know yet. They were barely a couple.
Boaz felt Greer’s gaze on him and suddenly grew self conscious. “I need to take this,” he said, stepping back into the cabin.