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Tentacle on 34th Street (Tinsel and Tentacles 2.0) Chapter 11 44%
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CHAPTER 11

C ryss sat back on Alex’s bed in the tiny bedroom, unsure how anyone could live in such a tiny apartment. Claustrophobia threatened, but then, he was bigger than Alex and took up a lot more space. Perhaps it didn’t bother Alex as much as it was making him itch to get out. The one thing he did know was his human deserved to live in palaces, not constrained confines. “How long have you lived here?”

“San Francisco or this apartment?”

“Both,” Cryss murmured.

“I suppose the answer’s pretty much the same either way. I moved here about six years ago and lived in another apartment in SoMa, but then I moved here about a year later. I’ve been here since.”

“And… you’re okay with…” How did he ask it without sounding like an asshole? “Being so restricted? Space-wise?”

Alex paused and looked over to him with a raised brow. “I’m not six-five with those muscled shoulders. You take up more room than I do.”

“True but couldn’t you use a little more space?”

“San Francisco is one of the most expensive cities in the country. What I pay in rent for this cramped apartment, I could buy a gorgeous, multi-level beachfront house in my hometown.” He shrugged, pulling a few t-shirts out of a drawer. “If you want to live in and enjoy this city, you have to pay a steep price.”

“I should be thankful I inherited my house,” Cryss mumbled to himself.

“Yes, you very much should,” Alex said matter-of-factly. He glanced at Cryss a moment before moving to his closet to pull a few things out. He set a couple of sweaters on the bed and eyed Cryss. “PridePack is a smaller company and can’t pay me what some of the big corporations could—but I took the corporate route straight out of college, and I burned out fast. I almost left marketing completely. I hated that world, and I hated who I’d become in it. For some reason, I accepted one last interview before I walked away, one I was way too young and green for, but I took the shot. It was with Anthony—and I sensed that PridePack was where I was supposed to be. I don’t feel like I’m selling my soul to do my job now. I love my team, and now that Trevor’s out, I’m even happier to return after this vacation. You need to earn a lot to live well in this city, and I know I’m making sacrifices to stay where I am. I’ve made my peace with that.”

“Not all of us come from money and have things handed to them either,” was Alex’s next thought.

Cryss realized that’s the first thought he’d heard all day. He hated it came because he’d been an asshole. “I’m being insensitive, and I’m sorry.”

Alex didn’t reply. He simply nodded his head and returned to the closet, a stoic look on his face.

“I’d heard that housing was ridiculously expensive, but I didn’t realize it was that bad.”

“Happy to expose the horrors of renting in this city,” Alex said, adding a glum chuckle.

Cryss rose off the bed and ambled closer to Alex. He stood an inch from the man’s back, angry at himself for being so tactless. He was the son of a duke who’d grown up in a palace. When he’d arrived back on Earth, he’d had the luxury of staying in a home he’d inherited from a once great Prince of Nefyria. He needed to remember he came from privilege. “I’m truly sorry. I had no idea the sacrifice you’d made to protect yourself and your health.”

“It’s okay,” Alex murmured, his voice low.

Cryss wrapped his arms around Alex from behind and pressed his lips to the man’s neck. “Am I forgiven?”

Alex looked up and over his, obvious desire burning in his eyes as he melted back against Cryss. “Yes. You’re forgiven.”

Cryss leaned down and pressed his lips to Alex’s. Alex spun in his arms and deepened the kiss before breaking away. “I’m supposed to be packing.”

Alex took two steps to the dresser and opened a drawer filled with underwear.

“I came over at the right time.” Cryss again pressed his front to Alex’s back, unable to stop touching the man, and peered at the goodies. He spied a bit of black lace and grabbed it from the drawer. “What are these?”

“PridePack often gives me new items to test. It helps me formulate ideas for what I want to spotlight in promoting a new line,” Alex murmured, snatching the briefs back. “They put out a line of lace briefs last year and gave me these to try out.”

Alex pushed them back into the drawer, and Cryss immediately pulled them back out.

“Those go in your luggage.”

Alex scoffed.

Cryss rummaged through the drawer, looking for others he wanted to see on Alex, but the drawer was so tightly packed that it was hard to see anything without pulling the whole thing apart. “How many pairs do you need?”

“I work for an underwear company that’s constantly giving me free underwear,” Alex said. He closed the drawer and opened the one under it, which was also jam-packed with underwear. “I have more than any one person needs. I should probably get rid of some. Not like I have the space.”

“You just need more room.” A bit of red lace caught Cryss’s eye in the second drawer, and he pulled it out. A lace thong? Oh, my. He handed them to Alex. “These go in the suitcase, too.”

“I can pack my own bags.” Alex sighed before thinking, “I’m never going to get packed if he doesn’t stop.”

“Fine, fine,” Cryss said, stepping back. He walked about to explore, not that there was much room to explore. He ambled to the opposite side of the bed to peer out at the view Alex had. The brick side of another building and an alley? Cryss shook his head. He spun away, and a hint of pale blue on the hardwood floor caught his eye. Something intriguing peeked out from under the bed.

Curious, Cryss bent over to retrieve the item. He found a large tentacle-shaped, pale blue dildo, close to the shade of his own. A roaring sounded in his ears, sure he’d mentioned one like it to Alex in one of his dreams weeks ago. He turned to Alex. “How long have you had this?”

Alex spun to face him. When his gaze landed on the dildo, his eyes widened, and face turned scarlet. “How’d he find that?” Two seconds later, he marched over and snatched it from Cryss’s hand. “Why are you peeking under my bed?”

“It was sticking out. How long have you had it?”

“What does it matter?”

Cryss paused a moment to see if a thought might wash over him and answer his question, but none came. “Is it new? Is it a gift from an old boyfriend?”

Alex searched his face a moment. “I ordered it a couple of weeks ago. I’ve never used it with a partner.”

“Have you used it at all?”

“Nearly every night since it arrived,” Alex thought but fibbed right after. “Not yet. I bought it more as a gag, not to use.” Alex’s shoulders fell, looking somewhat defeated. “Fuck, he probably thinks I’m some freak now.”

While the knowledge that the dildo was new pitched him off balance, at the same time, the image of Alex riding that toy, head back in pleasure, drove him too close to the edge. His human getting off on a thick tentacle? He was instantly hard.

Cryss closed the gap between them. “That goes in the bag, too. I want to watch you ride it.”

Alex visibly trembled.

Unable to hold back, he lowered his head to press a kiss where Alex’s shoulder met his neck. He slowly trailed higher to Alex’s ear before whispering, “Have you thought of me when you were using it?”

“I told you I didn’t…” Alex all but moaned. “I didn’t use it.”

Cryss rose to his full height and lifted Alex’s chin. “I think you did… and the thought of that excites me.”

“It does?”

Cryss nearly moaned. “It does.”

A man burst into Alex’s bedroom. “There’s a giant on our couch.” The man froze, his gaze locked on Cryss. “There’s a giant in here, too.”

Cryss tried to fight it, but he growled possessively. “And you are?”

“I believe I mentioned that I live with my brother. Cryss, this is Ethan. Ethan, this is Cryss.”

Cryss relaxed and offered the man a hand. He wasn’t pleased they’d been so rudely interrupted, but they hadn’t really had the space to finish what he’d started anyway. “Nice to meet you, Ethan.”

Ethan swallowed. “You, too, Cryss.” He turned to Alex. “The guy out there?”

“Cryss’s best friend Qylar,” Alex replied.

Cryss noticed Alex still held the dildo in his hand but was hiding it behind his back. He fought a smile.

“By the way, I saw your note yesterday,” Alex said to his brother. “Thank Keely for the kind offer of including me in her family’s Thanksgiving dinner, but I have plans.”

Ethan sighed. “That wasn’t an invite for her family’s dinner. We were going to skip it and stay here so you wouldn’t be alone.”

“I told you months ago that I’d be fine and that you should go meet her family if you’re really serious about her.”

“I don’t think Keely really wanted to go. She’s got a couple of deeply conservative uncles who apparently make asses of themselves yearly, and after the election and all, she’s scared it might be even worse.”

“Sounds familiar,” Alex murmured.

“Yep. Staying in with you sounded much better.” Ethan sighed. “But if you have plans, it’s fine. I can cuddle with my sexy girlfriend tomorrow.”

“You’re welcome to come to my home. You and Keely.” Cryss turned to Alex. “Who is Keely?”

“Ethan’s girlfriend. She’s very nice. And thank you for offering,” Alex replied with a soft smile.

Cryss wanted more of those soft smiles in his life. Big ones, too. He wanted to spend all his time making Alex happy.

“Nah, we wouldn’t want to intrude on your plans,” Ethan said. “We’ll be fine.”

“No intrusion,” Cryss murmured. “I have friends who are coming, and I don’t want Alex to feel overwhelmed with a lot of new faces. I suspect having you there would put him more at ease, so please come if you’d like to share a meal with us. I always make way too much food, which usually isn’t a problem, but since we’re leaving the day after, I don’t want the food to go to waste.”

“It won’t go to waste,” Qylar yelled from the living room.

“Stop eavesdropping,” Cryss yelled back.

“We’re on top of one another. I can’t help but hear,” Qylar replied. “And you should come, Ethan. We really do have too much food every year. Cryss can’t help himself— and he’ll be showing off his cooking skills in his attempt to impress your brother.”

Cryss’s face warmed. Qylar wasn’t wrong. He already had most of the side dishes prepped and a massive turkey brining. His grandfather had adopted many Earth customs with open arms, angrily shunning all things Nefyrian after the exile. It had exposed Cryss to many. He’d enjoyed their feast days more than any.

Alex grinned at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush before. Not even when you came out of wardrobe in that tiny brief.”

“Sit beside me tomorrow, Alex,” Qylar yelled from the living room. “I’ll make him blush all day for you.”

“You’ll sit at the other end of the table from us and like it!” Cryss bellowed.

Ethan chuckled. “You know what? Tomorrow might be interesting with these two. I’ll call Keely and see what she thinks. I think she was just stopping at Gus’s and buying some pre- roasted turkey by the pound since it was just the three of us. We can eat that later.” Ethan turned and finally seemed to notice the open suitcase on Alex’s bed. “You’re packing?”

“I’m taking Alex to Aspen after Thanksgiving,” Cryss replied.

“Last-minute trip?” Ethan asked.

“I’ve known… for a while.” Alex muttered. “But I’ve seen you for five minutes or less for the last few weeks.”

“Damn, Alex. You’re full of secrets, aren’t you?” Ethan turned to Cryss and chuckled. “Just make sure you bring him back before Christmas.”

“Why am I bringing you back before Christmas, Alex?” Cryss asked, turning to stare at his human. “That wasn’t the plan.”

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Ethan turned to eye Alex, too.

Alex cringed. “Well… I forgot that I’d promised Ethan I’d go home for Christmas when I said yes to you. I haven’t been in a few years, and Mom’s been nagging him. I know I promised you Thanksgiving to New Year’s, but I have to fly there for a couple of days. I’ll come right back. I promise. I can even throw a couple of extra nights at the end, if that makes you feel better.”

Cryss crossed his arms over his chest. “We had a contract. If you wish to visit your family, I’ll be there with you or you’ll not go at all.”

“A contract? This isn’t one of those Fifty Shades of Gray things, is it?” Ethan asked jokingly, though Cryss sensed it wasn’t a joke at all. There was a thread of worry in Ethan’s voice. Instead of angering Cryss, it made him like the man even more. A protective brother was a good brother.

“Calm down,” Alex said to Ethan. “I had a minor issue at work that Cryss could fix, and he asked me to spend Thanksgiving to New Year’s with him in return for his help. I agreed, forgetting about my promise to you.”

Ethan turned to eye Cryss before focusing on Alex again. “Well, you heard him. He said you can still go if you bring him along. I already said to bring him along, so you know where I stand.”

“No,” Alex said. “Not happening.”

“Why can’t your boyfriend meet your family?” Cryss asked Alex.

“I thought you said he wasn’t a thing?” Ethan asked. “Now he’s your boyfriend.”

“I wasn’t a thing?” Cryss asked Alex. “We are most definitely a thing.”

“Then you should bring Cryss home for Christmas,” Ethan said.

“Can I get a word in edgewise? Fuck!” Alex lifted both hands to get them to shut up, clearly forgetting he still held the massive, tenacle dildo in one of them.

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Ethan said, spinning and stalking toward the door. “I’ll call Keely and let you know what she says. Thanks for the invite, Cryss.”

“Oh my god,” Alex whispered once Ethan was gone. He tossed the dildo on the bed. “Can this day get any more humiliating?”

“There was something else humiliating?”

“Being up on that float where I didn’t belong. Having people stare at me after watching that commercial, probably laughing about it.” Alex scrubbed his face with one hand. “Now my little brother knows I have a monster tentacle dong. Great day for me.”

“You were humiliated being beside me on the float?” He suddenly realized he’d heard no thoughts from Alex while they’d been at the parade, but then as loud as it was, he’d barely been able to hear himself think.

Alex waved a hand toward Cryss. “I don’t look like you. I didn’t belong up there.”

Cryss sat down on the end of the bed, frowning. “Why do you say that? I find you very attractive.”

“I’m… average. Nothing special.”

“Wrong. You were just as attractive, if not more so, than every model on that float.”

“I grew up seeing models with bodies like yours. It was beat into our heads that you were the ideal. An ideal I could never match. I hire diverse, confident models in every shape and size so younger guys can realize all bodies are sexy and loveable.”

“You know that all bodies are sexy and loveable but seem unable to find your own sexy and loveable?”

“I was a super skinny guy in high school and most of college. I tried lifting weights and bulking up, and it just didn’t work for me. I had major body image issues. I’d worked through them, or so I thought… You’re throwing me a bit,” Alex whispered. “Old insecurities are rising.”

Cryss frowned. “Why am I making you insecure?” If anything, he’d have thought his attentions would do the opposite.

“You’re way out of my league, Cryss. I date average guys who look more like me. Not ones that look like you. In the back of my mind, I suppose I’ve been waiting for you to figure that out and move on, but you’re still here.” He sighed. “It’s why I didn’t discuss Christmas with you or my brother. I assumed you’d get bored and send me home long before it ever got here.”

Cryss leaned forward and tugged Alex in between his splayed thighs. They were eye-to-eye with him sitting, which worked well. He wanted Alex to clearly hear and feel what he said. He lifted one of Alex’s hands to his heart and captured the man’s stare. “I’m not out of your league. Not at all. You’re bright, creative, funny, and kind. As well as incredibly attractive. I love your body. Maybe I can love it enough for the both of us until you can, too.”

Alex didn’t respond, but Cryss sensed he was listening. No thoughts whispered through his mind.

“I want to be with you. I’ve already said that I feel an attraction unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.” He caressed the side of Alex’s face. “I won’t get bored. I won’t send you away. I won’t let go of this feeling when I hold you in my arms.”

He tugged Alex a little closer and wrapped his arms around the man’s waist and back. “You feel like home.”

“I feel that with you, too,” Alex whispered. “But the doubts hit when I saw all those men screaming for your attention at the parade. A lot of them were much better looking than me.”

“Better looking to who? Not me. There wasn’t one man in attendance there that would’ve turned me away from you.” Cryss sighed. “I wasn’t a man in their eyes. I was a sexual object. You’ve never done that to me.”

Alex winced. “Maybe just a little? I did ogle a bit when you came on set in those briefs.”

“Attraction is not objectification.” Cryss smiled. “In some ways, I think our chats over the last two months were a good thing. I learned a great deal about you in those conversations, and I hope you learned a lot about me.”

“I learned you were a flirt,” Alex replied, fighting a smile and failing beautifully at it.

Cryss chuckled. “There was that, but how could I help myself? I wanted you to know how much I still craved you.”

Alex shivered in his arms.

Cryss gently pressed his lips to Alex’s. “Let’s see where these feelings we have take us, hmm? Don’t call us a failure before we’ve even begun.”

Alex nodded, grinning softly. “Okay.”

“As far as Christmas, you’re not getting rid of me. I’ll go with you to meet your family, or we stay in Aspen. As I said… I’m not letting go.”

“You really don’t want to go, Cryss. My mom… is a lot.”

“North Carolina, right? The Outer Banks?”

Alex frowned at him. “I clearly remember saying I wasn’t going to tell you where I was from until you told me where you got that accent.”

Cryss froze.

Alex narrowed his eyes a moment before relaxing. “I’ve been so exhausted most nights I barely remember half of what I said. I guess I forgot that I was holding out and told you anyway.”

Cryss forced a smile. “Probably.” He remembered it mentioned in his dream… but not their chats. His gaze drifted to the dildo—one he’d suggested he buy Alex, also in his dream. Another coincidence?

“What’s wrong?” Alex asked.

“Nothing,” Cryss murmured, smiling again and pushing the concern to the back of his mind. It was likely an overeager imagination. “Absolutely nothing. How much longer before you’re packed?”

“It would be faster if I didn’t have you hovering over my shoulder or dragging me away from my duties.”

Cryss smiled wickedly. “But I like having you close.” He pressed his lips to Alex’s again, hungry for much more than a kiss. He lifted his hands. If he didn’t stop, they’d end up in bed with Qylar listening in the next room. “I’ll stop interrupting your packing. But the dildo goes in the bag. Not on the bed.”

“We can only use it tonight. I’m not going through airport security with that thing. My luck, they’d pull that bag aside and open it in front of a sea of holiday travelers. I don’t need that nightmare.”

“We’re flying private. Baggage check is much simpler there, but if you’re that concerned, put it in my bag. I don’t care if they think it’s mine.”

“We’re taking a private plane?”

Cryss nodded. “I don’t like being cramped in commercial. I take up too much room.”

“Must be nice to have private plane money,” Alex mumbled before walking back to his dresser to pick out a few more items.

“Better to spoil you with,” Cryss murmured.

Alex glanced his way, heat in those sea-blue eyes.

If only they could use their ship to fly using stealth mode. There would be no need for airplanes at all. They could travel to Europe in an hour. Australia in two. He would show Alex the world.

And beyond.

A tightness formed in Cryss’s chest. He wanted to give Alex the entire universe. He rose, the sentiment overwhelming. “I’m going to go out and sit with Qylar so you can focus on what you need to pack.” He pointed at the dildo. “I will make you come back and get this if you don’t bring it.”

Alex snorted. “Okay.”

Cryss wandered out and sat down, silent.

Qylar frowned. “Something troubling you?”

“Who said something was troubling me?”

“I can read it all over your face. You’ve still never learned how to hide your emotions well enough.”

“It’s nothing,” Cryss said. Of course he couldn’t get anything past Qylar. He searched the built-in bookcases packed with books, framed photographs, mementos, and a couple of plants that lined the wall opposite Alex’s room. Looking there might prevent Qylar from reading more from his face.

Little or not, Alex’s apartment was well styled. He’d used every space possible in unique ways. The walls were all filled with art. Barely a space was left empty—yet it wasn’t overcrowded. The artful arrangements were as enjoyable as the art in the frames themselves. It took a special touch to pull off a look like that, but then, Alex was creative. He shouldn’t have expected less.

“This apartment is tiny,” Qylar whispered. “I feel like one of those little fish in the metal can. What are they called?”

Cryss chuckled. “Sardines?”

“Yes.” Qylar shivered. “Those things are vile.”

“It’s small, but well-loved. You can see him in almost everything in here,” Cryss murmured. “I enjoy his sense of style. We could use his eye at our place.”

“Bare white walls are rather boring,” Qylar agreed.

Cryss nodded. His mind couldn’t let go of North Carolina and the tentacle. He pulled out his phone and did a quick search while he was waiting. There was no mention of North Carolina, NC, or the Outer Banks. How had he known?

“I can see something’s wrong, Cryss,” Qylar whispered.

If he shared the thoughts whispering through his mind, at best Qylar would laugh at him. After drawing in a deep breath, he released it slow before turning to eye the man. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s clearly something.”

“A coincidence. I’m making more of it than I should.”

“If something is ruffling your feathers, maybe you should listen. Does it have to do with Alex? Or his brother?”

Cryss sighed. A suspicious Qylar would be a problem. He could be overprotective of Cryss, and if he thought there was reason to worry, he’d never stop digging until he learned the truth. I might as well tell him. He’ll call me an idiot and help ease my nerves.

Leaning closer to Qylar, he whispered as lowly as he could, “For the last two months, I’ve been having dreams of being in my old bedroom on Nefyria. Every single night for two months.”

“Okay.”

“Alex is there,” Cryss added. “In my bed. Naked as I am, lying in my arms.”

“I still don’t hear the concern,” Qylar whispered.

“In one of those dreams, Alex mentioned he was from the Outer Banks, and I just found out he truly is. I just checked my messages, and he never mentioned either North Carolina or the Outer Banks in our chats. How did I know that other than the dream?”

“Maybe he mentioned something about it at the shoot? Like you said, a coincidence.”

“Perhaps, but then…” Cryss sighed. “In another dream, I jokingly suggested I should buy him a tentacle-shaped dildo to help prepare him to take all of me. I just found a tentacle-shaped dildo under his bed. He confirmed it’s new. And it’s nearly the same shade of blue as my tentacles.”

“Are you suggesting these dreams aren’t dreams at all?” Qylar asked.

“I know it can’t be that, but the coincidences… It’s just unsettling. I need to forget it.”

“You know what they say of the first men,” Qylar said.

“Yes, and never believed in that nonsense. Most of our scientists have debunked the possibility. Even if was real, that was eons ago. Our people don’t have those gifts, and I doubt they ever did.”

“What you just described sounds a lot like dream walking to me,” Qylar said.

Some in Nefyria, particularly the extremely devout, believed that the First Men were powerful telepaths. It was claimed that the mightiest of all were able to project themselves to other planets millions of miles across the universe, or exist in multiple dimensions all at once, or dream walk.

“My telepathy is average at best,” Cryss whispered. “I can’t project myself into someone’s dreams.”

“Maybe you wanted him so much that you did it subconsciously.”

Cryss searched Qylar’s face a moment. “Stop fucking with me.”

“I’m not.”

Cryss crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m trying to be real with you right now and you’re turning this into a joke.”

“I’m not joking, Cryss,” Qylar murmured. “Have you ever heard the Earth saying, ‘Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is proof’? I think you have every right to be concerned. I am for you.”

Cryss met Qylar’s worried gaze.

“I’m not saying that I believe in those old myths. You know I’m not spiritual, Cryss. But if one more coincidence appears, then I don’t think you can rule out dream walking. What else could it be if not that?”

“I told Alex I was an alien in those dreams. I showed him my tentacles.”

Qylar’s eyes widened. “Fuck.”

“Exactly.” Panic filled Cryss. If they had been real and Alex figured it out—how would he react to learning Cryss was an alien? Fuck the laws about not sharing with humans. He wasn’t worried about consequences from Nefyria in that moment.

He was worried about losing Alex.

“For your sake, I hope they were just dreams,” Qylar whispered. “I guess we sit back and wait for number three.”

“I guess that I should also share… I’ve been hearing some of Alex’s thoughts. Snippets at first, but it’s getting stronger.”

Qylar stared at Cryss a moment, as if he hadn’t just heard that. “My telepathy is average at best, he says.” Qylar scoffed, glaring at him. “There hasn’t been a telepath in this form in hundreds of years. Something is happening to you. We need to find out what.” He paused to eye the door. “Maybe you shouldn’t go to Aspen right now.”

“I’m not changing my plans.”

Qylar blew out a low breath. “I can’t make you stay. All I can say is going might be a mistake.” He shook his head. “You should’ve told me sooner.”

“Until today, they were merely dreams. Both coincidences just hit me in that bedroom less than twenty minutes ago.”

“And the telepathy?”

Cryss winced. “That I should’ve told you. It started at the shoot.”

“The shoot? You’ve known since then?”

“I wasn’t sure what to make of it… and then it went away. I heard nothing for two months. Today… I heard it again. It only seems to work with Alex. When I’m close to him.”

“You only hear him when he’s close… or you can hear everyone when he’s close?”

“Just him. No one else.”

“Hmm,” Qylar murmured.

Alex’s bedroom door opened, and he appeared with two suitcases. “I’m ready.” An odd look crossed his face. “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s wonderful now that you’re here,” Cryss said, a grin stretching across his face.

“What were those two so deep in discussion about? It looked intense.” Cryss heard Alex think.

“I just need to go say goodbye to Ethan. Give me a moment,” Alex murmured before crossing the living room and poking his head into Ethan’s bedroom.

“What were those two so deep in discussion about? It looked intense,” Qylar whispered, eyes wide. “I just heard Alex say that in my head.”

Cryss stared at Qylar a moment before his gaze flipped to Alex. Was there something special about the man that was boosting their telepathy?

“Okay,” Alex said as he closed Ethan’s door. He turned to face them. “Ethan and Keely are coming tomorrow. Once I get to your place, I’ll message them the address.”

“Perfect,” Cryss replied, even more drawn to the man than before. Every night for two months, he might have slept with a very real Alex in his arms. If so, they’d shared so much more than either of them had realized. He collected Alex’s bags. “Let’s go home.”

Alex smiled, and it took Cryss’s breath away.

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