Dean had been mourning the day he decided he wanted to attend a normal university.
Then he remembered that he had eventually decided university would waste too much time and that he would rather work.
What exactly had been in his head?
Now he not only worked but was also standing inside one of Alamina's military training centers in black tactical clothing, staring across an almost offensively empty floor at his husband.
Arion had removed the weapons.
That was acceptable.
Arion had also ordered the training floor cleared of loose debris.
That was personal.
Dean slowly looked toward Arion.
"You had them clean the corners."
"Yes."
"There was dust there yesterday."
"I know."
Dean narrowed his eyes.
Arion stood on the opposite side of the training center in black combat trousers and a fitted shirt, looking entirely too composed for someone who had deliberately sabotaged Dean's working environment.
Nature had already given him enough advantages.
