Augustine spent the entire night quietly studying Charles's peaceful face, his fingers absentmindedly tracing soft patterns across Charles's bare shoulder.
He couldn't quite understand how, amidst the heat of their intimacy, Charles had suddenly drifted off so easily-like the world outside had melted away the moment he felt safe in Augustine's arms.
A small frown tugged at Augustine's brows.
Was he that exhausted? Or was there something weighing heavier on his mind than Augustine realized?
With a sigh, Augustine leaned forward and brushed a gentle kiss across Charles's temple, whispering, "What are you hiding in that beautiful mind of yours, Pookie?"
Augustine had cleaned the messy bedroom and used a napkin to wipe Charles body—only the areas that needed attention, careful not to undress him completely.
Afterward, Augustine pulled out a fresh blanket, gently covering Charles's body to keep him warm, knowing he wore nothing that could guard against the cold.
Exhaling!
