Alexander's POV
"I want vanilla or strawberry-flavoured ice cream," he said, leaning slightly toward the glass case, his finger tracing the edge.
He still wore my clothes — the grey shirt slipping a little too low on one side, exposing the sharp line of his collarbone.
It shouldn't have affected me.
But it did.
More than it should.
I cleared my throat.
"Both, then."
He blinked at me. "Alex—"
"Charles." I cut him off, already signaling the vendor. "You slept all day. You're basically a child with Alpha teeth."
He slapped my arm, but it was weak — soft, lazy, adorable.
The kind of hit you give someone you trust.
The vendor handed over the ice cream and Charles took it with a grin.
A genuine one.
The kind I hadn't seen in… months.
He licked the edge of the strawberry scoop, humming softly.
I looked away immediately.
Too dangerous to watch.
