Caliber closed the door and walked along the empty halls of their wing, leaving Chance inside his chamber. He stopped in his tracks, raising his hand as it made its way to the lower part of his face.
He gripped his face with his fingers, almost covering his face. Despite the hands on his face, the redness flushing could still be seen. The corners of his lips lifted, forming into a smile as he remembered what happened last night.
His feelings could not be explained or put to words since the time Charles claimed his lips. He longed for that day to come, his lover's arms on his neck, his hands exploring every bit of the Crown prince's body, their mouths crashing against each other.
Ever since the two of them avoided each other, he could not stop thinking about the prince of Antares. He missed him so much that all he wanted was to at least touch him even for a slightest bit, or even just a chance to see him.
