Chapter 141: It’s exactly as it looks like
The sound of knocking on a door slowly roused Andrew from his slumber. Groaning, he flexed his arms around the man beside him, grumbling at the disturbance.
"Andy! Max! Are you well enough to join us for lunch?" It took Andrew a moment to recognise the voice, and when he did, his eyes shot open. He sat up, Maxwell groaning as he suddenly lost his heater. Andrew scrambled for his glasses, panicking when he didn’t find them immediately but calmed down when he found them not on the nightstand, but in it.
"Andy? What’s wrong?" Maxwell mumbled, his voice deep with sleep. Andrew shoved his glasses on and turned his now clear gaze towards his partner. He looked all sleep mused and so damn adorable that Andrew almost forgot why he’d gotten up so quickly in the first place.
"Andy? Max? Are you alive?" Maxwell frowned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up more, before he groaned.
"God. How much did I drink last night? Is that my Mother at the door?" Maxwell asked, his face scrunching up with pain as Andrew assumed his head throbbed. Andrew threw his legs over the side of the bed, getting out and making sure the bottoms of his pjs weren’t too low. He turned and leaned in, kissing Maxwell’s forehead as he chuckled.
"You drank far too much last night, but you seemed to be having a good time. I didn’t drink as much, just to keep an eye on you." Andrew told him, mischief in his gaze. "No doubt the photographers had the time of their lives last night, along with anyone who was watching." Maxwell’s gaze widened.
"Who was watching? What are you saying? What did I do last night?" Oh, Andrew was going to love rubbing this in his face if he didn’t regain his memories. Andrew grinned at Maxwell, and resisted ruffling his hair since he must have a huge headache coming in. Instead, he chuckled to himself and stepped away, heading for the door.
He opened it just in time to stop Mrs. Beckett from knocking on the door for what he’d heard, the third time.
"Good morning, Mrs. Beckett." Andrew greeted, a slight smile on his lips. Her eyes widened as she took in Andrew’s form, before her face turned red. She covered her mouth and Andrew furrowed his brows. He had checked to make sure he wasn’t showing off anything he shouldn’t. It was just his chest. Was there something-
Andrew felt his cheeks heat as he remembered what Maxwell had been up to and he covered his face with his hand.
"I am so sorry." Andrew mumbled and Mrs. Beckett let out a nervous giggle.