Theo took Alias's hand and led him away from the moonlight of the living room and into their new bedroom. The scent of fresh-cut wood was stronger here, mingling with the cool night air.
Theo sat on the edge of the large sleeping mat he'd laid out, pulling Alias down beside him. The proximity was different now; the house made it feel permanent, real, and Alias's heart was racing in anticipation.
He was always eager to learn new things with Theo. Would this set his body on fire just like the kisses did?
Theo looked at Alias, noticing the way the silver-haired man sat with such perfect, upright grace. He realized then just how much Alias still had to learn.
And once again, he found himself wondering if he came from the moon.
"Alias," Theo started, his hand resting on Alias's knee, feeling the slight tension there. "I've noticed something. In the mornings… You don't wake up the way I do. Your body stays… quiet."
