He thought about the plan he had made, the decorations, everything being prepared, and the words he had practiced in his head. Tomorrow, he was going to ask Adrian to be his. Officially.
Adrian stirred, his eyes still heavy with sleep as he noticed the figure in the chair. He jolted upright, startled. "When did you get back?"
"I'm sorry," Matteo said, his voice raspy. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just got in."
Adrian reached out. "Come here."
Matteo climbed onto the bed, pulling Adrian against his chest. Adrian melted into him, his nose brushing lightly against Matteo's shirt. "How was the meeting?" he asked softly.
Matteo didn't answer. He seemed lost in his thoughts, his silence saying more than words.
Adrian lifted his head and studied his face. "You look… troubled. Is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine," Matteo said softly, his hand moving through Adrian's hair.
"Rian," he called.
Adrian looked up. "Yes?"
