Chapter One-Two-Four: Ocean {I}

"You always did have a way with your tongue."

Adrian utters in a cold tone that matches his face poorly.

"Are… are you crying?"

I ask as I near him, my hands raising on their own to cup his beautiful and wet face.

"You died in my arms... how can you expect me not to cry."

He whines before pushing into my unconscious embrace.

For some reason, he feels like an innocent child with tears streaming down his face…I don’t...think I have seen a man cry before; and for him, I only felt his tears.

So he really did cry.

I do not know why that makes me happy; perhaps a sign that I do not only come with the flavours of misery.

"You realise your cock is still pressing against me as you cry? I mean, pick a-"

'Struggle', 'pick a struggle' is what I mean to say, but tears cloud my eyes at the unfamiliarity of the moment and the slight whimper and sniffles coming from his throat.

I should ask what happened with Dominic so that I find out if he also has his memories, but instead, I lean into his warmth