Chapter 33: Set Out (2)
The episode ended there, and Arren returned his attention to the matter at hand. Arren wore more casual clothes the majority of the time. In any case, he can wear whatever he wants. After all, he was only going to see some bastard in prison, so he didn't need to worry about his clothes.
Of course, Arren would never forget the scent blocker. While it seems unnecessary this time, he had to wear it as it was required and Arren was used to wearing one outside. He then placed his phone and wallet in a small shoulder bag and was finished. Arren simply brushed his blue hair with his hand and was ready to go.
When Arren returned to the living room, the alpha remained in his position, talking on the phone. His voice was hushed, making it difficult for Arren to eavesdrop on their conversation, not that he would. From Arren's perspective, the alpha's handsome face was perfectly outlined, and even the way the alpha stood exuded absolute authority and dominance.
Arren remained motionless, staring at the alpha. One reason was that he didn't want to bother Spade, and the other was that Arren was captivated by the alpha's figure, which he couldn't help but admire. He thought the alpha was extremely attractive.
It didn't take long for Spade to notice Arren's presence. Arren noticed the way the alpha looked at him, and his deep amber pupils didn't separate from him as the alpha spoke on the phone. Arren simply stared at the alpha without moving his gaze. He discovered that the atmosphere had become strange, but he liked it.
This ambiguous and silent connection between them seemed to grow stronger over time. Arren knew he wasn't the only one who felt it, and the alpha was no exception. It wasn't bad either; the situation still required them to get to know each other. They weren't in a hurry, though; they had time.
Spade didn't keep Arren waiting long. Arren overheard the alpha say a few words before hanging up and putting the phone in his pocket. Arren didn't move but remained where he was, and it was Spade who walked the distance between them, with a few short strides from the alpha, Spade was now closed and in front of Arren.
"I'm done, when can we go?" Arren smiled, not attempting to shake off the vague but comfortable air.
Like they had an unspoken understanding, Spade did the same and answered normally, as if everything were fine and normal. "We can go now," he nodded, his gaze deep at Arren's, which the latter bravely meets. "Is this really what you want?" Spade asked Arren again as if confirming one last time.