Adrian didn't wait for dessert. He didn't even wait for a goodbye. He pushed past Alexander, stepped through the kitchen without meeting anyone's eyes, and marched out the front door. The click of the lock behind him felt like a reprieve, but the air in the hallway was still heavy with the scent of Alexander's cologne.
He burst into his own apartment, ignored Jacob's confused call from the hallway, and slammed his bedroom door shut.
He collapsed onto the bed, the room spinning. Slowly, almost against his will, his fingers rose to his mouth. His lips were swollen, still burning with the phantom pressure of Alexander's kiss.
He's a nightmare, Adrian thought, squeezing his eyes shut. A beautiful, destructive nightmare.
