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“Yeah, comfy.” He nuzzled into Dorian’s side, loving the smell of his cologne mingling with the aftermath of sex. “You’re a great pillow.”
“Life goals met.”
He sniggered. “Yeah, mine too. Never thought I’d see the day I got to cuddle with a Hollywood heartthrob.”
Dorian carded his fingers through his hair. “And I never realised quite how much I like being told what to do—if it’s by the right person.”
Alex hoped Dorian would find the right person for him, he was a decent guy, and a great lover. He wanted Dorian to be happy, to have someone who could be his everything, and one day Alex would love to have the same for himself. The fantasy would fade in the morning, Dorian would go off and find another beautiful man to stand by his side. He’d made no noises of repeating what they’d done, and Alex wasn’t one to torture himself. First thing tomorrow, he’d find his cufflinks, get dressed and do the walk of shame.
CHAPTER38
Dorian curled around the warm body in his bed. It had been a rare event in the last year or so to wake up next to somebody. He’d burnt through anonymous fucks for several months after Robin had left and even when he’d slowed down and become more selective, the liaison never lasting more than an hour or so.
He nuzzled Alex’s soft hair. He felt so good in his arms. Holding someone he cared about, someone he wanted to make happy, was a pleasure he had forgotten was so wonderful.
Alex muttered something in his sleep and wriggled backwards. Dorian closed his arms tighter around Alex’s middle, Alex fitted perfectly against him. His little spoon. Even Robin hadn’t felt this right, a bit too tall, and was broader than Alex, it was as if Alex was meant to have come into his life and stay there.
More signs of waking came from his bed partner and Alex stretched his body and legs, like his mum’s cat. He turned around and his eyes fluttered open. The sleepy smile and blue eyes made Dorian want to shout from the rooftops that Alex was his.
Alex blinked a few times and his smile faltered. He reached up and stroked Dorian’s cheek. “Good morning.”
“Morning, to you too.”
“I should probably go, right? The clock’s struck twelve and I’m going to miss my pumpkin.”
Dorian didn’t want Alex going anywhere. “There’s no need to be rushing back.”
“I think it better I do. Last night was everything I wanted, but it’s morning now and the world keeps turning, and I’ve had my time with you.”
Alex began to pull away, but Dorian wasn’t going to let him leave. “No, you don’t have to go.”
“Dorian, if I stay it’ll be a mess—I’ll be a mess. Having to watch you go off and find happiness with someone else. I’m not a masochist, I need to stop this before it hurts so badly I’ll never recover from it.”
Alex couldn’t really think Dorian wanted someone else? But Dorian knew he’d not been clear, not told Alex that what he’d asked of him was so easy to give because it was what he had wanted himself.
Somehow, Alex was now sitting up and moving to get out of bed. Dorian needed to stop him. He grabbed him and hauled them both backwards, before scrabbling to kneel over him. “No, you’re not going. I don’t want you to. This isn’t one-way, Alex.”
“Don’t play with me!” Alex tried to push him off.
“I’m not playing. I’ve been trying to fight the attraction for weeks, longer even.”
Alex stared up at him incredulously. “You can’t possibly—”
Dorian kissed him. He didn’t want to hear reasons why he wouldn’t want Alex. He reckoned he could guess them all. Instead, he poured everything he had into the kiss. Alex moaned and Dorian rolled them onto their sides, pulling Alex flush against him.
“Before you get any daft notions, I don’t care what it is you’re not, only what you are. Which is why you are my wonderful bossy blond. I need someone who won’t put up with my bullshit all of the time, but will indulge me to a certain extent. I need someone who doesn’t care about red carpets and premieres but will go to them if I ask and only moan a little bit because he’ll know we’ll sequester ourselves away to make up for it.” He pressed kisses to Alex’s eyelids. “Someone who’ll shackle himself to an arsehole because he loves his parents, someone who’ll give a damn about Dorian Forbes not Dorian Marsten.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? I empty my soul and I get anoh?”
Alex pushed him back and lay on top of him. “You’re still an arsehole, but you’remyarsehole.”
“That I am.”
“Then you need to fuck me again, just to make sure that last night wasn’t a fluke and you’re a good enough shag that I want to be shackled to you for even longer… and without being paid.”
“Cheeky fucker.”
