Enzo's POV
I woke up sore and sticky my body aching in the best kind of way. The sheets clung to my skin, still warm from the night before, but when I reached out, the space beside me was cold.
Empty.
Alaric was gone.
My chest tightened, a heaviness sinking in where only minutes ago I had felt light. Hopeful. What the hell? He'd called me his boyfriend. Whispered it between kisses like it meant something. And now? Nothing but silence and a cold fucking bed.
A bitter sigh slipped from my lips as I shoved the duvet off and sat up, letting my feet hit the floor. I didn't even know what I'd expected maybe I was just stupid. Maybe I was just a hookup to him after all.
The door creaked open. I froze.
The scent hit me first warm bacon, scrambled eggs, toasted bread, a glass of milk. My eyes snapped up, and there he was, Alaric, standing in the doorway with a tray in his hands and the softest expression I'd ever seen on his face.
