It was nine when a sharp ringtone cut through Arthur's studio apartment. The alpha, who had been waiting the whole afternoon, slid across the room so fast he almost tripped as he grabbed his phone.
With one hand holding a tong, he pressed the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
Eugene did say he would call later, but Arthur wasn't sure whether the omega really meant it or if it was just a figure of speech because they were supposed to 'talk later'. He tried not to hope too much because Egene didn't look good earlier, but...well, he also couldn't help but hope.
[Crowley...]
The voice had become more familiar to Arthur now. A little low, but also smooth like a lullaby. He still remembered how that voice guided him into calmness like no neutralizer could, and every time he did, heat crept to his face.
He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it.
